BigBlindCdn
It was Christmas Eve in Calgary, and snowflisted outside, casting a magical glow over the city. Inside, a stranger sat alone, sipping hot cocoa, lost in thought. A message on their phone caught their eye: "Maybe this next year, I can change that—hope you're with me, underneath the Christmas tree." Their heart skipped a beat as they smiled, imagining the possibilities. Maybe this Christmas wasn't about being alone, but about finding someone special to share it with. They looked out the window, and the snow seemed to whisper: "Believe.