Tis the night before Christmas, and the house was deep in slumber.
In the living room, only the lights of the Christmas tree were shining. A child had tried to stay awake, but had finally dozed off on the sofa.
On the highest branch of the tree, the mother's favorite silver ornament hung, catching the faint light. The ornament's polished surface showed a miniature reflection of the room: the last gift wrappers scattered on the floor, a sweater piled on the couch, and the silhouette of the sleeping child.
Nothing was moving, no sound of reindeer or bells. There was only light, glass, and silence.
This momentary reflection captured the peace at the heart of the home.
And this was a magical Christmas Eve, caught within a glass ornament.
Happy Christmas ❤️
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