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Almost every year, weather permitting, my family and I go to Fatima Shrine. My favorite time was a few years ago.
The weather was very seasonable, snow was on the ground and the air was nippy. It was about four in the afternoon, but it was already as dark as midnight. Driving up the entrance looks plan, like part of the woods. But once we have parked I can see the twinkle of Christmas lights just above the thick old trees. My little brother, Jacob, is the first out of the car followed by the rest of us. We stroll over to the beginning of the walking path. Right there is a large box labeled ‘Donations’. This box I dull and plan compared to the huge array of lights just beyond. Yet this box is where we stop first. A proper donation is made and we move on.
The path leads us first to the section of the giant tree. This tree was so old that it had lived during the time of Jesus. The section of tree preserved at this spot was the size of house, it was enormous. The lights were leading us on to the next place. This was a small outcropping in the rock were hundreds of prayer candles were burning. This year we light one for my father’s mother, I don’t know why. We stay for a moment before the lights lead us on. This time they lead up a small flight of stairs to a grand statue of Jesus similar to the famous one. We look and then we leave. Down the other flight of stairs we are led down a Giant’s Rosary. Each bead is now a boulder, the string is anchor chain. Each boulder is adorned with a plaque that says the Hail Mary, each one in a different language. Next the lights lead us to a nativity scene. Statues of all the participants are present. Little Jesus is a little worse for wear, but I don’t mind. The lights once again led us on, now to the Stations of the Cross. By now my brother is bored and rambunctious. We hurry through the stations. The lights finally led us the gift shop and cafeteria. We order hot cocoa. They serve us lava in a cup. My brother hazards a sip and sploosh he spilt it all over the floor. He jumped up avoiding the river of hot cocoa. I ran and grabbed some napkins. Me and my mom mopped up the mess. The mood ruined we left. Another regular, boring Christmas memory to clutter my mind had been formed.