Finding Christmas Magic Again

Snowflakes on the window. Fairy lights begin to glow. Mom is humming

carols from the Christmases we know. The scent of pine and cinnamon.

The fire crackling warm. This house remembers laughter like it remembers

every storm. Dad would pour the mulled wine. Gran would doze off in a

chair. Kids would chase the dog around with tinsel in their hair.

But something's changed this season, though the decorations stay. We're all here

in the same room, yet somehow far away. The songs still

play like echoes from a long forgotten time. But now we're chasing something