Midnight Christmas Invitation

The Invitation Christmas always finds me when I’m least prepared. Tonight,

the air feels heavier… like it knows something I don’t. A black envelope waits for me,

sealed in red wax, my name written too carefully. No address. No explanation.

Just an invitation to midnight. Christmas Eve. I should feel nervous. Instead,

I feel chosen. Some gifts don’t come wrapped. Some come like a whisper,

promising everything you weren’t supposed to want. And I’ve never been good at saying no.