I know that magic feeling. Room lights off, tree lights on and blinking randomly, and an 8-year-old-kid in his glory parts the presents under the tree to make a space to lie in on his back, head near the trunk and looking straight up at the visual magic.
That was 53 years ago, and I can still see it, feel it and smell the pine. Some things are with you forever. Treasure the good ones to help deal with the unfortunate ones.
I know that magic feeling. Room lights off, tree lights on and blinking randomly, and an 8-year-old-kid in his glory parts the presents under the tree to make a space to lie in on his back, head near the trunk and looking straight up at the visual magic.
That was 53 years ago, and I can still see it, feel it and smell the pine. Some things are with you forever. Treasure the good ones to help deal with the unfortunate ones.