This Christmas marks the second Christmas without my Father.
I watched the sun rise on Christmas Day.
I opened up my window, and sat on the ledge of the roof overlooking my front lawn.
I was wrapped up in a blanket. My body was warm,
but my face was cold and cracked due to the bitter cold, wintery wind.
The sun rose at 6:33 am today.
The warm rays of sunlight burst across the Hemisphere, much like the many Golden Ribbons from the colorfully wrapped and decorated Christmas presents under the tree.
A dark purple haze encircled the rising sun.
There was something about the mixture of colors that brought an incredible feeling into my heart.
Language is insufficient.
I can not describe it.
It was then that I realized just how lonely I really am.
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