The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

What's your Christmas Excuse?

Christmas is an excuse to get drunk, have a party, get something, give something, leave work, get out of schol, spend money, overeat . . . ;

or,

Christmas is an excuse for us to exalt Jesus Christ in the face of a world that is at least tuned in to His name.

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