It's hard to believe we're peering down into 2016.
At least, I can't believe it.
I still expect to be prepping for speech class (which ended the 2nd Tuesday of November).
I'm still wondering if I should start checking on Christmas baking or if there's still time to wait
(the answer is check things, oops).
I'm still wondering why there's no snow on the ground to help me figure out what month it is as I've long given up trying to remember something as tricky as the actual day of the week
(today ends in "y" right??)
I'm always amazed at the barrage of requests that accompany December - our time, our resources, our attention - each are in high demand with the holiday season (and, I confess, a major giveaway for me that it had become December)
It can be so easy for faces to fade into the noise
Faces like Tarsha
It can be hard to connect a need with real child known by a nickname and an undated picture if they're lucky. Harder still to identify how a few dollars or sharing that name and picture could really make a difference.
But please, before the bells, the noise, and the lights take your gaze, take a minute and look here. See the Jackson's, the Reilly's, the Ian's. These are the kids last year who sat with their faces fading into the bustle of our holidays. The children who people sat and debated whether it was worth sharing their picture or donating their own two mites.
These are the kids who are gearing up for their first Christmas at home. These are children who were seen because someone shared, who's family was encouraged and helped along by so many people sharing their two mites. These are the found.
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