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A Christmas Meditation



It was very early in the morning, still dark outside. I tiptoed downstairs and plugged in the Christmas tree. Pepper slept peaceably in her crate while I made tea.  

By 6:30 am, she was rustling around and we began our morning routine: belly scratches and soft words, a trip outside, a crunchy breakfast.  She got comfy in her favorite sunroom chair, and I settled in at the computer in the kitchen.

After a while, Pep came back to the kitchen and lay at my feet, looking up at me with her most soulful eyes. I petted her. “Yes, I love you,” I said.

She returned to her chair; I worked, she napped.

Some time later, Pep trotted to the kitchen and nosed my elbow.  I petted her.  “Yes, I love you,” I said.

She returned to her chair; she napped, I worked.

For the third time, during my second cup of tea, she came to the kitchen seeking belly scratches.  “I love how you come to me when you need love,” I whispered, for all was still quiet in the house.

“It’s important to ask when you need love,” she replied.

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“Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you…” Matthew 7:7 (King James Version)


  1. Tears. Heart overflowing.

  2. Wonderful! Merry Christmas to you and your family!

  3. A grace note rising above the noise and clamor of Christmas. How perfectly beautiful. Merry Christmas, dearest Cousin.

  4. Merry Christmas, dearest Christina! Much love – xoxo

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