Around this time of year,
a year ago,
I wrote about the thing,
It still does.
Today, during preparing our home for tomorrow,
I listened Christmas songs.
My heart is speechless.
I hung some paintings,
painted by my aunt,
who passed away at St Lucia's Day.
I've been baking.
My eldest son has heated up old oven for the ham.
I have cleaned kitchen.
Tomorrow I will iron table clothes
and set the table.
Tomorrow we will celebrate:
the darkest time of the year is over.
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