It rained quite heavily yesterday on Christmas eve, melting the existing snow on the ground.
Why do I always feel that this long-anticipated day of the year flees without impression?
Christmas Day was magical once. I was young back then.
Perhaps a simple act of decorating a Christmas tree, thus having the ability to celebrate, constitutes Christmas. Or is it just an anticipation?
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