Holiday Spirit
Dec 26th, 2018 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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My neighbor’s colorful red, blue and green Christmas lights gleam
through my window, as my tree with white lights and silver garland
enliven the room.
I sit with my coffee and watch my wife and children prepare milk and
sugar cookies for Santa.
The Christmas song Silent Night plays on the radio and I sit back, feet
reclined, taking in the warmth of the fireplace.
My kids leave the milk and cookies by the fireplace, expecting Santa will come through the chimney with his big round belly and toys.
My family is as true the meaning of Christmas as Jesus.
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