Every year at Christmas a man who lives in a big white house at the end of my block puts up tons of lights and decorations all over his house. My family always complains about it, says it's "tacky" and "over-the-top". Today I found out that he once had a son who died when he was very young, maybe 6 or 7 years old. Every year at Christmas, the man who lives in a big white house at the end of my block puts up tons of lights and decorations all over his house so his son can see the lights from heaven. No matter how crazy my family is, stories like these remind me just how lucky I am to have them.
*I promise no more sappy stories! I just had to share this with you!! Pumpkin pie recipe up next!
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