One early dawn on November 2017, 2 months after Mama's passing. I woke up to a short dream of Papa and Mama and myself . Strangely we were in a public bus going North towards Azusa Ave in West Covina. We must have reached our destination, as I called for the bus to stop for us to disembark.  I have my hands full of shopping bags... then poof... I woke up!

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I have been thinking about our parents that day, of the many, many good times I have spent with them in Hongkong -- Well more than 30 years ago. Yet, the memories were so fresh, so vivid... as if it were just yesterday.

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I sat in front of my desk, opened Google Docs, and wrote "T'was a Night Before Christmas". I missed them so much. My thoughts flow like water into words and emotions streamed quickly into rhymes. Tears formed in my eyes, as I completed the poem that ended with "We're spending Christmas with Jesus this year"  I was weeping yet at the same time found comforts by the final words of "Merry Christmas my son, wipe away that tear."

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To my Dear Family -- as part of the song sings.. "More precious than gold, the gift of love."  This Christmas, let's give our loved ones -- fathers, mothers, wives, husbands, aunts and uncles, daughters and sons, nieces and nephews, a warm embrace. Life is short, life is precious, we are just but a mist that appears for a little while and vanishes quickly. (James 4:14)

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May I greet you all a Joyful Merry Christmas, and all the best for a brand new year!