| | The first moment that i thought of when i read this question:
When i was little, Christmas was my most loved holiday season. It still is, but what i felt then was simply incomparable. I loved Christmas so much, that when i was decorating the Christmas tree with my family, it felt as if i was bathing in the sacred love of God.
One year, when i was about 8 or 9, i had a cut or something on my finger that hurt, and i had a plaster over it. I just had my bath, and was dressed in my pajamas. So i sat on my sofa, wincing in pain (as you know how it feels during/after a bath). Then, i looked up and saw my Christmas tree, with the golden reindeers reflecting the mellow yellow lights that we strung around the trees, the red tartan ribbons, and most of all, the angel looking down from the top of the tree. I walked up to the tree, and wrapped my arms around it. It was really a simple action, but something i felt tremendously about. It just felt great to have something to have faith in.
Now, i don't have moments like this anymore, so this is something i would definitely love to relive.
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