Christmas almost upon us, seemingly just being celebrated
upon our minds in time.
Waiting for the seventeenth of December to put up our
Christmas tree, celebrating our thirty-eighth wedding
anniversary with our Catholic tradition and family.
Everyone decorating our tree, talking, laughing, and
enjoying time with each other.
Eating, celebrating, a quiet remembrance of our days to-
gether, now falling within our souls forever.
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