It was a poorer time,
it was a simpler time. It was the time when imagining was free and easily
available, but
doing was not affordable. The boxes under the tree did not come from Tiffani's,
but the anticipation was gigantic. The gifts did not empty the bank, but they
did fill the heart with something wonderfully transcending. The apartment in
Brooklyn may have been cold, but the spirit of the Holidays burned brighter and
warmer than ever.
Years have past since, but the memories still burn bright.
May you all make memories to warm you for the rest of your life.
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