’Tis the night before Christmas, and I paused for a moment of reflection. The year had tested me in ways I never expected. There were days of doubt and nights of quiet tears. Yet here I was, still standing. The soft glow of the fireplace felt comforting, almost healing. I thought about how far I had come. Christmas wasn’t about forgetting the pain. It was about honoring survival. Hope sat quietly beside me. Tomorrow would bring light. Tonight reminded me of my strength.