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Matthew2
It's Christmasunlike any Christmas I have ever known. No ice, no snow, no galoshes, and no ski suits. We are in our shorts and T-shirts; the streets are filled with people with bright faces and free spirits. I'm on the West coast, 3,000 miles away from my relatives, with my two lovely daughters. No grandma, no aunts, no uncles, and no husband.
As I decorate the fichus tree in clear lights and spread the cards along the wall to form the letter "C", I'm exploring my options to get money to purchase two brand-new bicycles. Perhaps this month I can pay half the rent. I ...