Just like many adults, I have discovered that a certain part inside me has never grown up. For example, I love Christmas decoration lights. I have to go out and see them around Christmas time, and sing "I wish you a Merry Christmas..." whenever or wherever there is one I really like. Last year before Christmas I drove by a small house, there were a couple working on deceleration. I was wondering how they were going to decorate it, it will be worth me sing the song after it was done? At Christmas Eve early evening, a well decorated bright gingerbread house caught my eye while I was driving by. I instant started singing "I wish you a Merry Christmas...". This lovely and cozy feeling house really brought me so much joy, not only visually, also I imagined how much loving care the owners put into it sharing the holiday spirit and beauty with the world, though they only lived in such a tiny house. Then I had to stop my car, to capture the moment. I realized this wa
