A Christmas Tale
Family & Smiles
Christmas arrived, little but dear, in a tiny dwelling, where echoes of joy could be heard. No grandiose display, no piled gifts, just warmth in our hearts, love that never wavered.
A simple tree that has been lovingly decorated simple decorations, memories to tell. Shadows were cast in the glory of candlelight, the family gathered, and our treasures piled.
Inside, pure and bright laughter rang. There is no abundance beneath the tree’s embrace, yet there is richness in each smiling face.
Stockings hung, not overburdened, Our familial address is hope and love. Presence gifts, not wrapped in a bow, A shared moment is a true treasure to know.
Resilience characterized our familial territory amid the darkness, like a carol’s refrain. Christmas is about grace, not abundance.
Years may pass, and circumstances may change, but there is no estrangement in that simplicity. Growing up, amidst humble glee, the truest wealth was always to be family.
— R.S. Colorado
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