Take Me Back to Christmas Magic

Frost used to whisper secrets to the window glass. Paper crowns and

laughter drifting as the hours passed. The world felt soft,

like it was holding us in place. Warm lights illuminating joy

across a younger face. But every year, the glow feels a little less

bright, like magic learned the cost of growing older overnight. Take me back

to mistletoe dreams , midnight cocoa and tinsel gleams .

Back when joy was easy and real, not something we fake,

but something we feel. Take me back before the years lost track.