Tis the night before Christmas, and the house was finally quiet. The dishes were done, the lights on the tree glowed softly, and snow tapped gently against the windows. I sat by the fireplace with a blanket, listening to the crackle of the fire and feeling warm all the way through.
Outside, the wind carried laughter from somewhere down the street, and for a moment it felt like the whole world was at peace. I thought about the year behind me—the hard parts and the good ones—and felt thankful just to be still.
Before heading to bed, I placed one last present under the tree. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was wrapped with care. As I turned off the lights, the room felt full in a quiet, comforting way.
And that night, wrapped in warmth and calm, Christmas felt exactly how it should
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