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And no, I'm not talking cookies and fudge here. I'm listening to the radio tonight and thinking how much I liked hearing the Christmas love songs. There was a sweetness about them that just isn't quite present in regular ol' love songs. It still gets dark early in my part of the world, but the lights are no longer cheerfully lighting up the houses in my neighborhood. Walking down my outside stairs, I see trails of pine needles from discarded trees in my complex. I thought I was ready for new year, but I'm not. Not yet. I want to savor the sweetness just a bit longer.