i think i almost lulled myself to sleep while writing this assignment about Christmas. *sleepy yawn* *sleepy smile* ;]
The bejeweled tree glistens comfortingly nearby as I curl up on the couch under a fuzzy blanket. I can smell the aroma of pine and the lingering scent of cinnamon from cookies baked earlier that day. A kindly-faced porcelain angel graces the top of the tree, reminding me of a similar dark and starry night more than two millennia ago—a night that changed the history of the world.
All the lights in the house are off, except for the tiny colored ones on the tree; my sisters and mom are in bed; my dad is on his way home. My loyal German Shepherd Dog slumbers beside me, his steady breathing lulling me to sleep. As I nod off, I know that this is what I love about Christmas. Actually this is what I love about life; the small moments where I can take a breath, smile, close my eyes, and thank God for the blessings He’s given me. This is what Christmas feels like.