Monday, December 22, 2014

An ode to that bald headed boy named Charlie

              An ode to that bald headed boy named Charlie



Alas there is uncertainty in the world.

The last hope that the choice he makes on that tree is his own choice.  As miserable and down as he was he still feels empathy for that little tree and with the help of friends they are able to dress it up with garland and lights and make it look lovely after all.  

Skates and snow and skylines and groups of people moving in circles and singing songs.

And a tree that is given a chance to shine that might just have been forgotten.

Priceless.

















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