When I was about eight years old, I took great pride in decorating my bedroom for Christmas. We lived in a two-story home in the quaint community of Blythe, Georgia — population 708 — and my room was upstairs to the right and down the hallway. It had two windows that looked out onto the street, a small closet, a little white ceiling fan and pink carpet.
The heart of Christmas is priceless
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