Tis the night before Christmas and the house was finally quiet. The television hummed softly in the living room, and the smell of food still lingered in the air. Outside, a few neighbors were finishing last-minute decorations while dogs barked in the distance.
I sat at the kitchen table, wrapping gifts with paper I had saved from the year before. The edges werenβt perfect, but I did my best. Money had been tight, yet I felt proud seeing the small pile grow.
My son slept in the next room, waiting for morning. I turned off the lights, paused for a moment, and whispered a simple wishβthat tomorrow would be enough.
I went to bed tired, hopeful, and ready for Christmas.
Stake: JericoZ