X'mas thru the eyes of a father.

The little gal was dressed in her pretty flocks. Her innocence and naivety was apparent in her rings around the Christmas tree, as she danced with wide-eyed delight. Such exuberance, such excitement!

'Jingle bells..jingle bells...jingle all the way..'

She danced and danced, caught in the frenzy of the festive mood, oblivious to the doting eyes of her watching father.

'Be careful, Baby!..Don't trip and fall!'

Her father was impassive to the occassion. It has been one Christmas too many, and how time had flown. But he was happy. Happy to see his beloved daughter caught up in the celebration, intrigued by the huge tree with shinning bulbs and glittering stars, just as he was when he was a little boy. In a quiet corner, he watched as his little one busked in the moment. Eyes following her routine, his heart leapt with her every steps, as his sight cherished the tiny figure singing the old, familiar Christmas song. His heart glowed and he let out a soft sigh of adoration.

She ran awhile more, slowed down and stopped. Perspirations lined her brows and she was breathing hard. She will dance again later, around the beautiful tree with beautiful stars. 'Why can't trees be like this everyday?' Christmas has no significance for her yet, but Christmas means beautiful trees with stars. She turned to her Daddy and accelerated into his direction, who is already waiting with open arms.

'Daddy! Daddy! Can we come here again next year?'

'Of course we can, Baby! As long as you want to!'

'I love you Daddy! Merry Christmas!'

'I love you too, Baby! And Merry Christmas to you!'