by M.M. Roethig
It’s here! Can you feel it? The smell of crisp frosty air in the morning, cozy sweaters, fuzzy socks, hot chocolate, and fires aglow in the fireplace. Winter has finally arrived, and with it, my favorite holiday. I love the snow-blanketed ground sparkling in the soft glow of the sun, white covered trees, and twinkling Christmas lights breaking through the night sky. There’s something enchanting about Hallmark holiday shows, snuggling under a blanket on the couch, or listening to Christmas music.
There’s no denying, this time of year is truly magical.
The following day, after his medicine kicked in, he was confident he would enjoy Disneyland with the family. Within an hour, he was crying as I carried him down main street as he chanted, “I hate this place!” My son hated the ‘happiest place on earth’. Additionally, my fourteen-year-old daughter’s knee swelled like a balloon and she enjoyed the park from the confines of a wheel-chair.
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