Amidst all the colorful, blinking Christmas decorations, few residents noticed the rectangle box in front on my neighbors yard. There was a small infant with outstretched arms, lying in the crib. But then each night a new figure would miraculously appear: a snowman, a toy soldier, and even Santa. They all appeared to keep watch over the infant baby.
And then it happened. The neighborhood children led their parents to check out the starlit scene. Everyone gazed at it, and perhaps in their own way, found the true meaning of Christmas.
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