People don't understand why I often times speak of Christmas-Time so fondly...(as during EVERY Christmas I can remember...from "one" year of age to at least "eighteen" was spent dealing with a morbid alcoholic)...My father.... However..."his" infirmity was never able to darken the "spirit" that I always felt present...Some "something" that just came about...whether I asked for it or not... I remember laying underneath our scatteredly decorated tree with the huge gap in the back...just "gazing" at the lights...letting them get fuzzy....thinking to myself, "God...if you're real, let me feel "the magic" of Christmas...the "spirit"..... And you know what happened??....It happened!!!...... It was calm...it was peaceful...it WAS the spirit!!... Can't explain it any further...can't put it into words... But it was WONDERFUL.....and can be had ANYWHERE.Birth sign: Pisces
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