That little white church on the corner with the white picket fence. That church that has been in the town of Hilo for over 100 years. That little church is where I have decided to go and to be. To put my hands to work. To use what I was taught year after year at my home church growing up.
How I love the Christmas season. With all of the twinkle lights and green and red. Fluffing branches. Tying bows. No matter where I live, the same feeling of warmth always comes. And in this little white church, this year will be no different.
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