The Quiet Magic We Call Christmas

Christmas tiptoes in, wearing jingling socks,Tripping over worries, unlocking old locks.It doesn’t knock loudly or shout, “I’m here!”It whispers, “Slow down… hold someone dear.” It isn’t about lights that compete with the stars,Or shopping lists longer than traffic jams are.Christmas is that pause between doing and being,Where hearts start feeling what eyes stop seeing. It... Continue Reading →

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