Anne gazed into the fireplace, allowing the ambiance of Christmas present to fill her with joy and peace. The year had been filled with changes, some expected, some not expected. All had turned out for the best, fine-tuning her path in ways that she never expected. She was in a good place, able to do what she wanted when she wanted. Winter was her time, not only to reflect on the past year but to honor it by being the best that she could be. So much to be thankful for, so much to look forward to.
The Ghost of Christmas Past
(c) December 2021 Bonnie Cehovet
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