On the tent day of Christmas . . .
Well my mom called me from Bali and asked what I wanted there for a Christmas present. All I just wanted was a book well books and that's enough for me I don't mind getting much things, I appreciate even the little things but most of all different memories in each one.
Like a picture. It's like every Christmas isn't the same and you just need a picture or one little thing to remember that special moment. For me every year is different and it's like Christmas is the last time to fix the problems you had this year, learn to accept and forget it happened. The time when you want to put things right and start out fresh in the new year to come.
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