This Christmas, Don’t Return It

Snow on the screen, late night scrolling. Secondhand finds, but the love keeps showing.

Every box tells a story twice told. Still shining brighter than brand new gold. It's not about the

tag or the flawless shine. It's the hands that picked it, the thought,

the time. This Christmas, don't return it. Keep the joy, yeah.

You earned it. From secondhand to branded with love inside. Let it stay,

let it live, let it ride. No receipts, no regrets, no concerning.

This Christmas, don't return it. Matthew said, "Keep it." Tanya smiled too.

Every gift found its way back to you. Old soul jackets, stories in seams.