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My story about Christmas came about because I always wanted to write a Christmas story. This one again began as something completely different and turned into the story it is as I was able to visualize the twists and turns as it was completed.
It includes the scent of oranges as a big part of it. This was because when some friends and I drove to Florida in 1983 we stopped after reaching Florida for a break and when I left the car to stretch my legs I was pleasantly surprised to smell the scent of orange blossoms in the air. Where I grew up there was no such scent. When there was a scent in the air it was either diesel from the locomotives or the smell of pulp from the sugar beet plant. When I discovered that there was a place where the air smelled like orange blossoms it was truly amazing and wonderful.
At the time the story was written we had our first three children. The girl’s name in the story comes from their middle names in the order in which they were born.
While Christmas stories are common, they all seem to have a single theme that runs through them all in that the meaning of Christmas is always found. In Christmas Is… the meaning of Christmas is not found, it is discovered. The story is unique in its message.
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