He's been talking about Christmas lately. He's a rather nostalgic person {like me. shocking, I know} and loves Christmas. Like me. Again, shocking. Recently he mentioned his favorite Christmas memory/activity, which is, surprisingly, the exact same as mine.
Sitting by the lit-up Christmas tree in the dark.
It's three in the morning and I woke up, suddenly unable to sleep. I'm fourteen and the Christmas tree is in the front room, white lights and red, silver, and gold ornaments. The couch sat in front of it, facing the tree and the windows behind it, I sat on it and soaked in the feeling of the season. The rain fell outside and the tree's lights reflected off of the drops. The nativity sat on top of the piano and there were Santa and reindeer pillows surrounding me.
Everything about this picture.. fills me with indescribable happiness.
Let the Christmas season begin.
