At this time of year, when the pace of our days becomes more hectic and there are multiple people and tasks clamouring for our attention, it doesn’t hurt to take a few minutes and think about the people and things that make you smile. My mother was a great lover of Christmas. When we lived on that godforsaken farm in Beamsville we were grindingly poor. No indoor plumbing or running water (unless you count the hand pump in the basement ‘running water’). For Christmas, we’d get an orange – one of those gigantic Jaffa oranges that smelled of sun. My dad would tell us stories about being in the Middle East during the war and seeing orange groves at a kibbutz in Israel. We’d…

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