The Christmas season has always brought me a great deal of joy. Some of my fondest memories of childhood stem from this time of the year, as I'm sure is the case for many others. God, where has the time gone? Why can I no longer curl up into a ball in the corner my family's Christmas tree resided in, basking in the glory of the brilliant, flickering lights while hiding from the entire world? Where can I hide today? Where can I hide?
I can still smell the beautiful aroma of pine needles and cinnamon if I close my eyes and just try, but taking the time to do so isn't one of my strong suits. I am thankful for these memories, they have help shape who I've become. You may not know me, but you were there with me, you have the same memories.
I am Benjamin Miller, you are Benjamin Miller.