Christmas Is Where Mother Lives

The moon shines down on the newly fallen snow, casting a beautiful heavenly glow. The winds blow so swiftly through the trees, baring the branches of autumns fallen leaves. I stood there gazing looking up at the stars, admiring their beauty and the whole scene at large. I though of my childhood through past years, there were some I remember that brought me to tears. I rememer my mother playing with me in the snow, oh how I miss her it was so long ago. We would decorate our house for the Christmas season, we would laugh and sing and not need a reason. Our house would smell of cinnamon and spice, for all of our sences it would surely entice. I looked forward to our Christmas each year, it was always so full of happiness and cheer.