this time of the year

thoughts of Christmas time: as a young'un I would lay under the Christmas tree after it had been decorated with lights, and all the little decorations that Mama used to put in the tree and I would look upward. There in the middle of all that glimmer, was a world of wonderment. my imagination would soar.The imagination of a child is free and it flies and it soars. I still get that way. I have not forgotten this.