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My childhood memory always come back to haunt me at this time of year, when I have no one with whom I can share, it is just like yesterday when children used to roam the woods and play hide and seek in the bushes and the legend of the cut-out heart man would surface to scare us off the street and meddle with our heart beat.

 The fox and the bear used to roam the woods, picking berries with their sharp teeth and chase at anything they find in the street.
                                                    
Yes, it is this time of the year when my heart was stuck in a tree house with fruit trees all around, I used to lose myself in books, reading from morning to evening in my tree house, it was like some was always there with me keeping my company and the characters in the books were so sweet, they fill me up and sweeten my bitter cup. 

 I build the tree house myself with board, hammer and nails and I made a comfortable chair to sit and stretch my weary legs and when my work is done, I used to climb in the tree house and the gutter snipes used to run and hide when I start singing Christmas hymns.   
        
I was about thirteen and I had many dreams, I wanted to be a doctor to treat some disease and mend the broke leaves.

 The plants were my patients and the fruit were my medicine and I use to create the perfect scene that lifted me towards the heavens.
 
I also wanted to be the person that solves the mystery of all the lost people in history, Sherlock Holmes and Agatha Christie were my childhood characters heroes, they were my hearts in the town, and they usually solve the crime with a stick and a dime. 

I had my job cut out for me before I was born and I can create a recipe without using lots of energy. 

I used to write verses on the mild-dew lawn, before the break of dawn.
 And now that I am grown, this mystery won’t leave me alone. When I am alone or with company my Christmas is never happy.
 
I have always found myself in another place stucked with an unkind race they lack compassion in their heart and there is no resources to make a start; sometimes the nights are cold and the light go dim and the energy  has gone out of the people. 

What is in store for this Christmas I don’t know; I will continue to join the show and allow the universe to guide me.
 
This is my fifth Christmas here, there is nothing to fear so why don’t you come and join me over here.
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