in the mist of all of this craziness we call the holiday season, i have stopped by here every night afterwork this past week to whisper a few words of appreciation. words of joy, love and hope. i was taught when i was young that after you do this, you’re allowed to make a wish. something about the magic in christmas trees and the spirit of the season, they’re suppose to grant you your wish, but only if you so dearly believe. i’ve made my wish four times now… make it happen.
happy holidays everyone and may all your wishes come true.
*when the days were warmer
the distillery district | december 23, 2010 | toronto