leanin' H
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Christmas Eve, and it's morning.
The sky is gray and kinda dreary and it matches my mood.
The fire in the stove radiates warmth, and yet I'm still a little cold.
I miss Dad. And I just wish I could talk to him
So he'd know how much he means to me.
How important he is.
How grateful I am he was my father.
And I feel tears building and hurt welling.
And then the sun came up. And it sweeps the earth with its light.
And brings warmth to a cold December day.
And it brings hope with it.
And my tears retreat and my hurt settles.
And I smile.
Because this day before Christmas, means the birth of He who conquered death.
And it reminds me that I will see Dad again.
Christmas will not be quite the same with him not here.
But he will be here.
And I will feel his influence, like always, on my life.
And that is the best gift I could ever ask for.
Thank you Dad.
And thank you God.