foreclosure, with little hope of getting home for christmas the older we get, the more we realize it is more about the journey traveled. summoning the baby who lives within us. about the wounded warrior, walking or running, his first optimistic steps, after hopelessly losing his legs. about my police officer brother, running into a burning building to rescue homeless men children at st. jude's and other hospitals, fighting and winning the opportunity to live their childhood. >> we have our own christmas memories of dancing rockettes at radio city. christmas eve, mass at st. patricks. >> tutoring children at a community center the gift of a candy sane is the source of excitement. our mother's thrill watching the wonder of seeing the tree on christmas morning. being with our father on days like this. >> the warmth and hope of home. >> miracle we celebrate tells