Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
I am feeling nostalgic. When I was a little girl, we sometimes would take the trolley into downtown Pittsburgh, PA around Christmas time. We would get red pistachios which would dye our fingers red, as my sister and I would try to fit them on our hands so that the shells would look like brightly painted red fingernails. We then would go from window to window to look at the magical, wondrous displays at all of the major department stores as the snow softly fell on our wooly winter coats. It was such a special time . . . .