We ate at the church soup kitchen
Remembering the last time the family had gathered for a three-course meal
We went back to the mobile home
On the grounds of the house we had had to rent out
All of our gifts were homemade
We cried as exchanging gifts took 15 minutes instead of the hours it used to take.
I'm a Southern girl at heart who wants to build a community of people who believe they can change the world with words like "love" and "freedom" when they become more than words, but actions in our work and our daily lives.
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