The Light Fantastic
2005 12 27
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When I was young I used to like laying on the floor with my head under the Christmas tree while the lights were lit. I remember the last time I did it. My grandfather had just been in a horrible car accident and there was some doubt as to his survival. He did, for another 14 or so years. There was something simple and pretty about laying under the tree looking up through the branches that way, something that took my mind off troubles and brought peace.