Christmas of Yesteryear

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and peppermint.The breakfasts were always the best: omelets made to order and waffles made by a cook, not a bland iron. I’ve burned more than my fair share.We drive through the light displays once the night falls and joy arrives: a winking owl, Peanuts comic strips, and a portrait of Cinderella’s castleare among my favorites. Feeling childhood joy and the countdown to the most magical day of the year. Whispering to the Santa at the zoothe name of the boy I love. A request.A small flashback to the

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time that I loved Christmas. My favorite days as a child were spent at a place called <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qgbPuTnrns">Wilson Lodge</a> in Oglebay, West Virginia.I’m too cynical now as a thirty-something and Christmas is just another day. While I’ve never stopped believing in magic, I’ve stopped loving the holiday. Stress over choosing the right gift at the right price has overcome the childish anticipation. It’s hard for me to recall when this happened.However, I do enjoy flashbacks to who I was in yesteryear.</article></body>

a poem to welcome winter

It’s warm tonight- in a West Virginia lodge. The one that holds so many memories of my childhood: staying overnight, eating cinnamon crackers and peppermint.

The breakfasts were always the best: omelets made to order and waffles made by a cook, not a bland iron. I’ve burned more than my fair share.

We drive through the light displays once the night falls and joy arrives: a winking owl, Peanuts comic strips, and a portrait of Cinderella’s castle

are among my favorites. Feeling childhood joy and the countdown to the most magical day of the year. Whispering to the Santa at the zoo

the name of the boy I love. A request.

A small flashback to the time that I loved Christmas. My favorite days as a child were spent at a place called Wilson Lodge in Oglebay, West Virginia.

I’m too cynical now as a thirty-something and Christmas is just another day. While I’ve never stopped believing in magic, I’ve stopped loving the holiday. Stress over choosing the right gift at the right price has overcome the childish anticipation. It’s hard for me to recall when this happened.

However, I do enjoy flashbacks to who I was in yesteryear.