Under The Christmas Tree

Bathed in the soft, twinkling glow of yellow lights, we gathered around the pine tree with our mulled wines, ready to unwrap our gifts on Christmas Eve. It was a cherished tradition, a deliberate departure from the usual morning routine, allowing us to relive the joys of childhood.

The exchange of carefully wrapped packages began. The sound of rustling paper and the snap of ribbons being untied created a symphony of joy. Amidst the unwrapping, we exchanged stories— recollections of memories and inside jokes.

As the final gift found its recipient, a collective sense of contentment settled over us. We basked in the afterglow of our shared tradition, knowing that the enchantment of this evening would stay with us until the same time next year.

The Christmas tree, now a living tapestry of memories, stood as a beacon of warmth, promising joy and a connection to something greater for the days to come.