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The Tennis Playing Writer

United States

My December

December 17, 2015

The crowd gathers in the darkness and all go silent. Arms wrap around shoulders for comfort and warmth. Children hop from one foot to another. Teenagers grip their steaming hot cocoa and grab hold of each others' hands like they are children again. The whole town huddles together in the peace and quiet with only the faint whistle of wind to be heard. With a countdown from ten, everyone becomes giddy with anticipation. Four. Three. Two. As they reach one, hands relax and mouths fall wide open. Rays of twinkling lights flood the town square. Ornaments glisten on the tree and the star atop shines like the sun on a warm summer day. The December chill escapes the town for just a moment. Then tiny little flakes of snow float to the ground. This is my December.

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