Though it’s only early December, I’ve already received two extraordinarily special gifts. The first gift arrived in the fall, when Jack O’ Lanterns still decorated the front steps. It didn’t come in a box, or wrapped in holiday paper. It arrived in a humble canning jar, its contents as precious to me as the gold, frankincense and myrrh delivered by the three kings to Bethlehem so many years ago. The gift? A jar of strawberry jam, canned with love last spring, when its maker had just learned he had only months to live.
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