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As it snows, I listen to the sound of howling like a frenzied dog–barking and whooping. I listen to the faint sound of snow piling onto the roof and imagine how many unique snowflakes are slowly adding up.
As it snows, I wrap my blanket around myself the slightest bit tighter, trying to keep the warmth to the best of my ability. I grab my mug and softly stir up my hot cocoa before taking a sip, and returning it to the tray on my couch.
As it snows, I stare at the Christmas tree. I admire the twinkling lights, handmade ornaments, and the ever-so bright star. I admire the way our stockings are hung above the fireplace, the way they are each stuffed with gifts. I admire the presents sitting on the tree skirt. Each is wrapped neatly, and some have a bow atop them. I take notice of the ones with my name written upon them and can’t help but let a soft smile appear on my face.
As I snows, I can’t help but realize that tears have started to fall down my face. I can’t help but sniffle, and wipe away at my tears as they continue to stream down. I can’t help but wish that Christmas was the same as it was so many years ago.
As it snows, I hope this Christmas will feel like Christmas again.