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Christmas is such a busy time of year with so many people rushing about and demands and deadlines piling up higher than my christmas tree.
I was up all night making sure all the Christmas bonuses were filled out and everyone had their gift baskets on time. It's such a chore sometimes, but then I looked out the window and watched the sunrise, and all I could see was her smile. The kind of smile she had when she was giving out presents all those years ago.
Every year on Christmss morning she would set the alarm extra early and we'd get together so that we could watch the sun rise. Presents and work and school and anything else that was going on at the time didn't matter. It was always the same on Christmas morning. She always said Christmas was made of magic, that it somehow made the world softer, even if it was only for that one day.
I suppose it would be silly to admit that I miss that the most about Christmas. In everything I do every moment she isen't near, I miss her. Why should this time of year be any more or any less painful for her abscence.
I was up all night making sure all the Christmas bonuses were filled out and everyone had their gift baskets on time. It's such a chore sometimes, but then I looked out the window and watched the sunrise, and all I could see was her smile. The kind of smile she had when she was giving out presents all those years ago.
Every year on Christmss morning she would set the alarm extra early and we'd get together so that we could watch the sun rise. Presents and work and school and anything else that was going on at the time didn't matter. It was always the same on Christmas morning. She always said Christmas was made of magic, that it somehow made the world softer, even if it was only for that one day.
I suppose it would be silly to admit that I miss that the most about Christmas. In everything I do every moment she isen't near, I miss her. Why should this time of year be any more or any less painful for her abscence.