Every December 25 I expect something great to happen. Not necessarily magical or miraculous, just something special and surprising. I don't know why or when I started expecting it, but I do. I wake up, I'll lie there for a minute and just wait. Does anything feel new or different. It doesn't. I'll look under the tree to see if there is another gift for me. There isn't. There were a couple of interesting developments but nothing to write home about.
This year was a bust, I guess I'll just have to wait and see about the next one.
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