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December 23rd 2010    Tim Candler

    When I was little, around this time of year, a shrub would be culled, dragged inside and decorated with a few breakable ornaments that were kept in a trunk.

     Okanya thought it an interesting enough expression and he asked why we put cotton wool on the branches.  I told him it was supposed to be snow.

     And from the many Christmas cards hung across the wall we could see what snow might actually be.  A white stuff that covered ground and appeared to make people intensely happy.

     But when Okanya asked me why there was a man sitting on the roof with a sack over his shoulder, it was harder to explain.

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