Merry Christmas
We were sitting among friends in a small apartment on the outskirts of Moscow, discussing the perils of driving alone across Siberia. Suddenly, an older gentleman looked at us and put his hand on his wrist. “Feel your pulse,” he said. We did. He moved his hand to his neck. “Feel your pulse,” he continued, so we did. Then he placed his hand to his heart and spoke quietly, as his eyes met ours,
“Our hearts beat the same.”
It is this truth that gives us the freedom to travel to far-off lands and take with us the warm memories of friends and family across the miles, especially at Christmas time.
As Charles Dickens wrote:
Happy, happy Christmas
That can win us back to the delusions of our childish days
That can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth
That can transport the sailor and the traveler
Thousands of miles away, Back to his own fireside and his quiet home!
From wherever we are to wherever you are,
We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
“Our Hearts Beat the Same.”
Gary and Monika
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