Can't you tell?
The smell of baked goodness in the kitchen...
Snow covered mountains, and snowmen in the yard...
The bite of wind that takes your breath away everytime you venture outside...
The taste of warm hot chocolate burning your tastebuds...
The drenched jeans and sore muscles...
Maybe not.
I wish it were Christmas tomorrow. Brent and Patricia are coming home with little Emma for Christmas this year.
I have not seen Brent in a really long time, and I miss him dearly.
When Christmas does come, it will have been 2 1/2 years since I have seen my brother.
I am so excited to have my whole family together for Christmas; something that has not happened since Brent left for his mission in January of 2003.
"Hurry Christmas, hurry fast... I can hardly stand the wait; Please Christmas don't be late."



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