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		<title>Christmas 2011, A Poem By Elizabeth Milner</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The real Christmas is over, but the holiday spirit remains. I have been in touch with Elizabeth Milner and she shared with me a very lovely Christmas poem she wrote this year. She writes one or two every Christmas. Perhaps it came a bit late to my email-box, but I think it is never too [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[The <em>real</em> Christmas is over, but the holiday spirit remains. I have been in touch with Elizabeth Milner and she shared with me a very lovely Christmas poem she wrote this year. <span id="more-5011"></span>She writes one or two every Christmas. Perhaps it came a bit late to my email-box, but I think it is never too late to share it with you.<br /><br />

<div id="attachment_5018" style="width: 610px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><img src="/uploads/IMG_6869_EMilnerXmas.jpg" alt="" title="IMG_6869_EMilnerXmas" width="600" height="420" class="size-full wp-image-5018" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Blue Spruce, Not So Winter-y</p></div><br />

Elizabeth is a historian, lecturer and writer and she is author of the book <strong>Aurora 1945-1965, An Ontario Town at a Time of Great Change</strong>. Elizabeth grew up in Aurora during the period (1945-1965) covered in the book. How I met Elizabeth may be a very short story, but it all started with our visit to the Aurora Public Library (<a href="http://livinginaurora.ca/?p=2786" target="_blank">Aurora Library Visit, A Library Card &#038; Introduction</a>) and finding Elizabeth&#8217;s book, and later having my own copy.<br /><br />

<div id="attachment_4840" style="width: 610px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><img src="/uploads/IMG_4486_RonWallace.jpg" alt="" title="IMG_4486_RonWallace" width="600" height="420" class="size-full wp-image-4840" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Aurora 1945-1965, An Ontario Town at a Time of Great Change by Elizabeth Milner</p></div><br />

<strong>Christmas</strong><br />
~ <em>Elizabeth Hearn Milner</em><br /><br />

Down the sweeping stretch of time it comes<br />
through eons of water, ice and fire.<br />
Scraped earth is sifted, covered with rubble and swamp,<br />
then prairie grasses, bold flowers and towering trees<br />
that stand as majestic and mighty as gods.<br />
Tiny creatures, that crawl in the coming fecund earth,<br />
are replaced by mastodons and other mighty beasts.<br />
All live, die, change and tumble down to MAN.<br /><br />

He is vulnerable and question filled:<br />
lost in a forbidden place of cruel beauty<br />
not knowing why, or when, or where.<br />
The wary and wily ones survive the deadly maze<br />
and survey the mystery of distant night skies.<br />
They watch and record the changes of the moon<br />
and understand the power of the warming sun<br />
that brings light and rebirth to the dormant land.<br />
Stories of creation come to minds and lips<br />
attempt to end the searching of the curious.<br />
A returning sun turns from sun to Son of God<br />
and ideas stream down to us who still search.<br /><br />

And so we have this glorious night<br />
to consider and ponder sun and Son.<br />
The story of a special child with a message<br />
given just as the sun returns.<br />
A story of warmth, light, birth, goodness and love<br />
and the generous heart that gives.<br />
This is our Christmas.<br /><br />

<div id="attachment_5019" style="width: 610px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><img src="/uploads/IMG_2126_EMilnerXmas.jpg" alt="" title="IMG_2126_EMilnerXmas" width="600" height="420" class="size-full wp-image-5019" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Aurora's Borealis, Town Park, Aurora</p></div>]]></content:encoded>
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