God rest ye merry, beautiful women. Don't let anything dismay you, this season.
Please, oh please, remember Christ our Savior was born for you...to save you from the grip of whatever discomforts your soul and even your body.
I bring you these simple tidings: His birth is for you.
For right now. For whatever you are facing. His great favor and lovingkindness is right now, in this special season, enlarged towards you...you, there, the one with a name and an address and a history.
See, the tidings have to come first. Someone has to tell you the good news. I just told you, and I plan on spending the rest of November making it as clear as I can.
First comes the Good Tidings.
Next, comes the comfort.
Then comes the joy!
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