Thanks
Suppose I never got to see the snow falling onto the
ground,
As the ice sparkles like tiny, precious crystals.
Suppose I never got to smell the scent of fresh cut
pine trees,
Waiting to become the center of someone’s home on
Christmas morning.
Suppose I never got to hear the soft pitter-patter
of snow falling down,
Or the soft crunch of winter boots ruining freshly
laid snow.
Suppose I never got to feel the comforting warmth of
a fire,
Crackling quietly in my living room fireplace.
Suppose I never got to taste the sweet, fresh hot
chocolate,
As it surges through my body and warms my veins.
Suppose I never got to live.
For life, I am forever thankful.

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