Today, I feel a strong desire to answer this week's contest from ms 
Share a photo with everyone, one of your favorites, and tell us the story behind that day. Why is it so important to you? What does it mean to you?
There are times in our lives that become permanently carved in our hearts; memories so valuable that nothing else can ever fade them. Among those was the last Christmas I spent with my father. Who could have imagined that this would be our last holiday together? Had only I known, I would have hugged him longer, tightened my hold, and treasured every moment a little more. But life surprises me this much; I can only value what has passed.
My whole family got together that Christmas. This is the first time we celebrate christmas together. But this will be the last that I will celebrate it my father. Laughter and warmth permeated the house, the air heavy with the scent of freshly made food. We took care to record the instant before the celebration got underway. Every family posed for pictures, therefore preserving a legacy that, for me, would be more priceless than I could have ever dreamed.
Though my father was always the austere one, his laughter filled the room in these kinds of events and I could see the youthful delight in his eyes. Like me, he was really delighted. It's incredible how something as basic as a game may produce such strong and long-lasting memories.
Then arrived the modest but significant custom of gift-giving. We each alternated in presenting gifts, savouring the satisfaction of giving and receiving. Though my father was usually a man of few words, I recall how his face came alive when he opened his present. I shall always treasure that picture of him—smiling, happy, surrounded by affection. And I wasn’t able to capture a good photo of Papa at the moment he was opening his gift.
Should I be able to travel back in time, I would repeatedly revisit Christmas. A little bit more, I would sit next to my father, pay closer attention to his stories, and make sure he understood my love and appreciation of him. I may so keep this memory alive in my heart even if I cannot alter the past. This was not any Christmas; it was a farewell masquerading as a celebration, a moment that would later make me realize how transitory life really is.
Though losing someone you love is never easy, knowing that we had that one last Christmas together—filled with laughter, happiness, and togetherness—helps me. Every year the holiday season arrives, I will always remember that night with mixed emotions, thinking back on the affection all around and the father who made every Christmas unforgettable.
To those still able to spend time with their loved ones, treasure every moment. Never take a single moment for granted. Capture more images, tell more stories. Those memories will be the most valuable present you will ever carry in your heart, as one day they will be all you have left.
This kind of joyful holiday can never be brought back since my father passed away. Every time I looked at these photos, I couldn’t hold back my tears as they reminded me of how happy we were that day.