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4meAndyou · F
I was probably about five years old, and the windows in our living room were low to the ground. There was about one foot of wall above the floor before the window started, and the snow was up above the windows.
Twas the night before Christmas, and I remember sitting there, my heart filled with all the magic of Christmas Eve, looking out at the snow and the little flakes coming down. There were tiny crystals of ice forming on the window, like stars sparkling, in the light of the Christmas tree. They were magic.
Twas the night before Christmas, and I remember sitting there, my heart filled with all the magic of Christmas Eve, looking out at the snow and the little flakes coming down. There were tiny crystals of ice forming on the window, like stars sparkling, in the light of the Christmas tree. They were magic.