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	<title>Comments on: As the dust settles from Christmas&#8230;</title>
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		<title>By: Byron O'Donnell</title>
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		<description>I&#039;m with you on this one, Jamie.
And there is a reality of good will out there that landed on me this last Christmas day. I was alone and blue and had three people I would characterize as peripheral acquaintances who went out of their way and called during the day to invite me to their table that night. I declined the first two suspecting I would be bad company but realized that folly when a third invite came. Took my guitar and did carols for the hostess and felt totally uplited by it. God did not want me alone that day, and I thank him for entering people&#039;s hearts and making them think of me. Pretty Christmisy story I guess, but real to me. Makes one feel good about humanity.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m with you on this one, Jamie.<br />
And there is a reality of good will out there that landed on me this last Christmas day. I was alone and blue and had three people I would characterize as peripheral acquaintances who went out of their way and called during the day to invite me to their table that night. I declined the first two suspecting I would be bad company but realized that folly when a third invite came. Took my guitar and did carols for the hostess and felt totally uplited by it. God did not want me alone that day, and I thank him for entering people&#8217;s hearts and making them think of me. Pretty Christmisy story I guess, but real to me. Makes one feel good about humanity.</p>
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