The star stands firm in its spot at the top of the Christmas tree. The presents lure and taunt from beneath.
Morning frost paints the earth a glistening mirror.
Lights wind 'round and 'round light poles and stretch across rooftops, twinkling their greeting.
"Santa Baby" and "The Nutcracker" provide the music for every other commercial on television.
All I can think about is hot chocolate and cookies. Ornaments and sleighs. My savior and his birth.
Oh, how I love Christmas.
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