What Christmas Means to Me

Sheldon F. Gottlieb


As I write this, it is the end of February 2019. Four months prior, I nearly succumbed to a rare and potentially deadly medicinal side effect of a newly prescribed medication, as well as other ensuing nosocomial infirmities. I am finally able to work and finish this essay, the ideas of which began to gel …

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