For

th i s

Ch ri stmas,

we woul d

l i ke to put

up a tree i n our

h eart, and i nstead

of h angi ng presents,

we woul d l i ke to put th e

names of al l our fri ends.

Cl ose fri ends and not so cl ose

fri ends. Th e ol d fri ends, th e new

fri ends. Th ose that we see every day

and th e ones that we rarel y see. Th e ones

th at we al ways remember and th e ones th at

we someti mes forget. Th e ones that are al ways

th ere and the ones th at sel dom are. Th e fri ends of

di ffi cul t ti mes and th e ones of happy ti mes. Fri ends

wh o, wi thout meani ng to, we h ave hurt, or wi th out meani ng

to h ave h urt us. Th ose that we know wel l and th ose we onl y know

by name. Th ose that owe us l i ttl e and th ose that us owe so much .

Our h umbl e fri ends and our i mportant fri ends. Th e names of al l th ose

th at h ave passed th rough our l i fe no matter h ow fl eeti ngl y. A tree wi th

very deep roots and very l ong

and strong branches so that

th ei r names may never be

pl ucked from our h eart. So

th at new names from al l

over may joi n th e exi sti ng ones. A tree wi th a very

pl easant shade so th at our fri endsh i p may take a

moment of rest from th e battl es of l i fe. "May th e

h appy moments of Ch ri stmas bri gh ten every day of

th e new year". These are our si ncere wi shes.