The buttery smell of cookies, the shining garlands, Christmas trees, and the familiar voice of Santa Claus...they all add meaning to the most joyous celebration of the year.
As I think back of my childhood, I remember with nostalgic feeling all the years I spent Christmas with my father. He wasn't a showy person but in his own way he showed what Christmas is all about. I could never forget that 12:00 a.m. signals the time he would arrived home from the church. The unforgettable sotanghon, his shriek of laughter with our silly jokes...I truly miss them all.
Unfortunately, there would never be another Christmas with him. He was taken from us at the time everybody's frantic with anticipation of the happiest day of the year. Maybe I would never find the answer why but in His own time...I will. -->
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