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It’s almost that time of the year. When the air begins to get a chill and the days get shorter. The smell of all things jolly and bright begins to fill the air, from glistening red, green, and blue lights to green wreaths with big red bows hung from door to door.  It’s that time of year, Christmas.

The holiday some people begin celebrating at midnight on November 30th. Some people forget Thanksgiving as a whole and celebrate only the abundant food prepared. As it nears December, I can’t help but feel a slight melancholy amongst the sheer amount of joy, as this will mark my last Christmas as a child. Through the melancholy, I remember that since it’s my last, I have to make it count.  I can not be shy about asking for the things I really want, because it may be my last before I’m encouraged to give myself gifts. Even so, I can’t stop the jolly feeling of the approaching holiday.