Sitting around in the evening, staring at the Christmas tree, there is one thing I miss about not having perfect eyesight (I had laser eye surgery a few years back). I used to spend time staring at the tree purposely with my glasses off and what a beautiful sight it was. All the lights blurred into a twinkling mass. The sight was even more magical from under the tree, looking up.
Not don’t get me wrong, I love my new eyesight and my gorgeous tree in perfect 20/20 vision. But I do have pleasant memories, this one time of year when bad eyesight could seem a blessing.