Here’s a shot of Christmas tree. Please ignore the fuzziness in the image, for some reason here lately I cannot seem to take a pic w/o it turning out blurry 
Our tree is covered mostly w/ ornaments that my brothers and I made back in Elementary school. My mom says that those will always be her most favorite and that she’d take nothing in the world for them.
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Ok, so Christmas this year is at my parents house. And saying that, I have never dreaded Christmas more. My mom apparently wanted to do the nice thing for my grandma, and invite over some family that has been
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The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
The deepest secret is that life is not a process of discovery, but a process of creation. You are not discovering yourself, but creating yourself anew. Seek therefore, not to find out Who You Are, but seek to determine Who You Want to Be.
— Conversations with God
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