My Angel

So I traditionally I'm not a fan of Christmas, don't ask why, I'm just not.

This year I've actually been looking forward to it, but then today I started to feel the pressure and got into a really bad mood. Leaving my house I wrote in the snow "I hate xmas." I'm such a scrooge, I know.

A half an hour later my mom and I were on our way to do some Christmas shopping when we saw an angel. She smiled at us and waved at us.

I cried for 15 minutes in the London Drugs parking lot.

I realized I had so much to be happy for. My angel had come to remind me that.

When I came home I crossed out the word hate and replaced it with love.

True Story.