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When Love Trumps Loss
Christmas, 2005. Dec. 22nd @ 9pm in a law firm in DC. A paralegal waits to give a collected Christmas bonus to the law firm maid who never shows. After many inquires, the paralegal discovers the maid's family living in Columbia Heights had a house fire and lost everything. Dec. 23 law firm collects funds and on Dec. 24 paralegal and maid and children (who speak English) shop for family and children who lost all in fire: new clothes, christmas gifts, tree, stockings etc. As paralegal drops off family and gifts late Christmas Eve at hotel provided by Red Cross, she heads to family for holidays, & realizes that this was the greatest Christmas of all ... driving through quiet DC listening to Christmas caroles and thinking of those Hispanic children with new Christmas dreams after the devastaing fire, best Christmas EVER. Now, Godmother to those children 3 yrs later, will never forget the Christmas of 2005.
Posted by C. McGee at 11:52 pm Nov 15, 2008
look for money to go out of town
i was looking for my money to go out of town because it was not in the place i put it i look every where and i found it.it was in the car with my friend when she was at work.i went to go get it.
Posted by brenda williams at 5:50 pm Nov 12, 2008
Mrs.
My favorite holiday memory is when I was a little girl, my grandfather would have a tree decorating party the week before Christmas, and he would have hotdogs warming and spinning in the old time hot dog cooker. He would have all of his children and their families over, which ended up being a clan. On Christmas Eve, we would all congregate at his house, and my uncle dressed up as Santa and would start knocking on the windows. Santa would eventually come into the house, but we were all scared, being the big guy he was with that white beard. Santa would then pass out presents to everyone and then depart. This memory is such a Christmas treasure, which will always remain with me.
Posted by Alicia Loloiian at 11:46 am Nov 12, 2008