A Christmas Miracle; Originally written 12/24/18. Edited and archived 12/25/18. Genre: Personal Narrative.

My mother drove down the lit up street. We were just leaving our Great Grandparents' house for Christmas Eve, and I had thought we were heading home, that's when I recognized the area. One of my favorite songs, House if Gold by 21Pilots, started to play on the radio as tears started to well up in my eyes.

Memories of years worth, my childhood worth even filled my head in wonder. Thoughts of a forgotten friend came back to me, remembrances of past Christmas's I had spent with her.

My father had lived in the area before my mom moved me and my brother up to the mountains. I loved my father, even if he didn't come to visit us often. Our resemblance was uncanny, we had the same piercing blue-green eyes, soft, blonde, milky fur, and above all else the exact skill set of a problem solver. I missed my father.

My mother pulled the car over and parked. I was confused. She had come to the Taco Bell that we used to go to all the time with our dad. We got out of the car and walked to the parking lot. It was empty with all but one car. We started towards the car. A man got out and I and my brother instantly ran to him. We joyfully embraced him, me nuzzling my snout into his warm chest. I held back my tears, this was truly a Christmas miracle.

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Here's how my Christmas Eve went. Have a happy holiday everyone! Especially Maizee, my forgotten friend.