Yesterday's post, a short story called Angela had one glaring omission. In my hurry to meet the Christmas Eve deadline, I forgot to credit my best friend Norman Lorenz for his help in the creation of the story. Christmas programs were always a focal point in both of our lives - we were always in the same classes together from first grade on. We lived for -- and lived in -- scenes like the fictional one depicted in the story - a blessed and wonderful childhood.
Norm and I are always reminiscing about how important the Christmas services always were to us. Without Norm's encouragement and suggestions, the story first of all mightn't have had a full moon, and the story mightn't have gotten finished at all. Thank you, Norm for your constant encouragement.
Norm's probably up in Door County today, with the relatives, singing Christmas songs like Elvis, or Bing. Merry Christmas to everyone there, and everywhere.
God Bless Us, Every One!
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