I always think of my mom this time of year. Christmas was her holiday. If she could've taken the job of Santa she would've. She could be excessive and almost obsessive about it. But I also remember that once the tree was up on Christmas Eve, and we were in our open me first PJs, she'd windup the pink bottle brush tree that came from her mother and listen to it play silent night. Remember to stop making Chirstmas for the people you love and start enjoying it with them tonight.
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