The sun is bright. Nearly blinding.

A warm breeze makes the green grass sway.

The smell of freshly cut pine fills the air.

Paper and tape lie crumpled in heaps.

Pine needles decorate the floor as a blanket.

Neatly packed boxes are stacked by the door.

The children bound over them to race across the yard.

I cut out the dough into delicate little pictures

As a bird’s sweet song fills my ears.

It compliments the ringing bells on the Hallmark movie.

Excitement fills the air making it hard not to smile.

Yet it’s still a bit hard to believe

That this warm, sunny day is in fact Christmas Eve.

Writer. College student. Focused. Blessed. Adventurer. Musician. Professional over thinker. I'm pretty busy with college, but sometimes I write. It clears my head and reminds me of the impact I want to have on the world, which is why I'll never stop.

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