Take me back to the old days when Christmas was the happiest time of the year. When snow fell while huge lights lit up the real christmas tree in the living room while popcorn sat on string.
Bring me back to when red lights lit the windows and sleds sat wrapped under the tree.
Take me back to when everyone said Merry Christmas and meant it.
Take me back to when licking an ice sickle was the thing to do and no one told you it woudl kill you to do so.
Take me back to when folks came to the door and brought cream puffs or a hot apple pie with them. When carrolers werent booed they were welcomed.
When school was let out and you knew that santa was coming and you had many things to do like making cards out of white sheets of paper and you used crayons to write it with
The christmas specails were on the tv and we all gathered around as a family and watched and laughed.
Yes, take me back there where no one is telling you that you can't say merry christmas anymore and that the gifts you bought today are going to be paid off by next year.
Bring me back to when life was simple and everyone shared in the same beauty of the word Christmas.
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Love is universal and not limited to the most perfect among us. In this collection of romantic short stories and poetry, love comes to those who are decidedly imperfect, who possess very real human flaws, scars, and challenges. Awaiting us as we are.
