Your lights are my favorit part of christmas. This year, when I discoverd you didnt decorate the forest, I sort of lost my christmas spirit. Every day coming home, I would hope for you lights and be let down time and time again. And every time, I would wonder where you were, were you allright? Were you alive? Then, christamas eve, driving home, there it was. My Beautiful Christmas Forest. I never realised how much those lights ment to me untill they were gone. Thank you so much for comeing back for one more year. The perfict ending. This meant the world to me.
