A Christmas Thought

Tiny lights twinkle like fallen stars on our lopsided tree, casting dancing shadows on faces flushed with eggnog and glee. Laughter spills from the living room, punctuated by squeals of delight as ribbons surrender their treasures. In this whirlwind of wrapping paper and carols, amidst the chaos and crumbs, a quiet joy settles in my heart.

For in this moment, surrounded by the messy magic of Christmas, I see not just the presents piled high, but the love overflowing. Tiny hands clutching mine, sleepy snuggles on the couch, eyes wide with wonder at a reindeer’s painted flight. These are the gifts, the ones that whisper “Merry Christmas” long after the last carol fades.

So tonight, as I watch my little ones drift off to dreams of sugarplums, I’ll hold this feeling close, a warm ember against the winter’s chill. For in their laughter, in their love, I find the truest meaning of Christmas: the simple, perfect gift of baby Jesus.