Nearby, two redheads and one brunette play happily with baby dolls. The mothering they all do is so tender and it is a gift to watch each of them. Especially sweet to watch is the way the sweet brunette nurtures her baby doll, and I see great significance at this softness in spite of the hardness and suffering she has already known her her short three years. If I had more time to ponder and write, I would write more artistically. But the smile on arrival for the afternoon and the arms snaked around my neck with whispered "I love you" in my ear make my heart sing and ache at the same time. I love her too. Love begets more love. And that is my prayer for this community of White Swan and the Yakama Reservation this Christmas season - that God would work miracles through the love sent by churches around the country to our dear ones here around us.