Believe- A True Christmas Short story (part one)

Christmas has always been my favorite time of the year. When I was little, we used to go as a family to pick out our Christmas tree. My mom, dad, brother, sister and I would get in the car, around the fifteenth of December and drive to Ventura to the Green Thumb. You could smell the pine as soon as you stepped out of the car. Continue reading “Believe- A True Christmas Short story (part one)”