Christmas has its fans and foes, but the tanenbaum-crazed, decked in holiday sweaters, are a different story. Leslie Harpold comes to terms with her love for the Yule.
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"In tombs of gold and lapis lazulim, Bodies of holy men and women exude, Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But under heavy loads of clay lies bodies of the Vampires full of blood: Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet." By William Yeats
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