I Don't Want to Miss Christmas
The winter sky hangs heavy, a soft gray blanket stretching across the horizon. I watch a V-formation of geese cut through it, wings beating in perfect rhythm, and I’m instantly transported back to my childhood. School was out for the Christmas break, and even though we didn’t have much, the excitement of the season made everything feel full and bright. I remember huddling with my brother and sister in front of our old TV, blankets wrapped around our legs, eyes wide as Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and Frosty the Snowman flickered across the screen. The glow from the television danced on our faces, and for a little while, the world felt small, safe, and magical. Those moments were simple, yet they were everything. Oh, to go back to those days! To feel that wide-eyed wonder again. But time moves on. Things change. People change. Christmas is different now, life is different, and yet—there is still a longing in me that hasn’t faded. This year, I pray th...
