They
say you can never go home again, I beg to differ.
Today
while trimming my Christmas tree, I invited the spirit of Christmas Past and
was seized by the rupture I felt as a kid when the little fake tree was taken
down from the attic in
our apartment in Greece.
Today
I went searching for the perfect gift for one very dear friend with the same
delicious anticipation I had savored as an adolescent.
Today
I listen to Holly Night without the cynical ears of the scientist and a mind jaded by the years past and the dreams crashed.
Today
I bought a coffee and a piece of cake for the lonely old lady at the corner
table in Starbucks, just because..
And
as I put the star on the top of my now decorated tree, I made one special wish.
Today
I did go back home.
May
you all be home for Christmas this year.
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