Wicked, One of the things I love at Christmas, is the lights. Somehow all the colored sparkly lights warms me up to enjoying Christmas. I love riding around and seeing all the decorations other people have put up.
While the true reason for the season gives me a thankful heart, I too sense that childhood wonder is gone. I think if advertisers would stop their ads from appearing so early and if the people who don't like Christmas, would just count it as just another day without ruining it for those of us who enjoy it so much, then perhapes some of that wide-eyed wonder may return. Till then I guess we have to close our eyes to remember and dream of that special time that is no more.
((((hugs to you wicked)))) Merry Christmas !!
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All my life I have know that I am different. I have trouble with my thinking and processing information. I have trouble in keeping close friends. I am afraid of living, and I don't really know why. I am good at pretending everything is all right, by just gritting my teeth and just charging ahead and getting through the rough spots, but inside I am afraid of failure and getting critized for things I do. I am hoping someone can help me, or at least understand me.
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