The Gift and the Glow...
It's that time of year again. You know the one I mean. Christmas. Did you catch that? Christmas. There it was again. Love. Anticipation. Hope. It's that time of year when joy and jingles are intertwined and happy and merry are in every ear. Christmas morning was always my favorite. More often than not I was awake at three and watching the clock until five. (My poor parents.) There is something about a Christmas tree... wrapped up in lights... sparkling with ornaments... lit by a star... Shining over those things that had been taunting me for weeks. Just a thin layer of paper between me and the things that my family had chosen just for me. The gifts. The gifts are my favorite part. There's something about a person when they're given the perfect gift. Something resonates within... and shines its way out. There's something about knowing that someone loved you well enough to know what you wanted... what...