Isn’t it funny that at Christmas something inside you get’s lonely for-I don’t know what exactly, but it’s something you don’t mind so much not having at other times.
Kate. L. Bosher.
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Isn’t it funny that at Christmas something inside you get’s lonely for-I don’t know what exactly, but it’s something you don’t mind so much not having at other times.
Kate. L. Bosher.
How true. I think that is nostalgia…. a very hard to define concept, but the ache in the throat at just a specific twinkle, a merry grin that reminds you of a wonderful and special time that existed once and again in memory now only… How true, Alison!