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I remember what Christmas used to be like. I used to lay in bed on Christmas eve anxious about the next morning. Once I fell asleep, I would dream about the next morning and what awaited me. Long ago, I remember trying to stay awake or sneak up in the middle of the night to catch a glimpse of Santa. I even remember times when I heard noises on my roof and in my house that were never explained. But this year was different. Christmas eve came as just another day. It didn't feel like Christmas. We didn't even have snow. I lazily crawled out of bed at 11 and went to find what Santa had left me. Although we were blessed with snow, the feelings that I felt were so much different from the years past. However, this may have been my most memoriable Christmas. I appreciated many things that I had taken for granted. I'm learned what Christmas is truly about, and what it will someday be for my kids.
It's the most wonderful time of the year.
It's the most wonderful time of the year.