christmas

On Christmas Eve, the house glowed with a gentle kind of magic—the kind that lives in soft candlelight, pastel balloons, and the quiet hum of togetherness. By the fireplace, four little companions gathered on a fluffy pink pillow, their party hats slightly crooked, their eyes bright with wonder. They didn’t know it was Christmas in the way people do, but they felt it nonetheless. It was in the warmth of the fire, the sparkle of the wrapped gift waiting patiently before them, and the way the room seemed to hold its breath, as if savoring the moment. Outside, the world hurried on. Inside, time slowed. Christmas wasn’t about what was unwrapped or counted—it was about being close, about warmth shared, and about the joy of simply being together. And in that quiet room, with soft colors and flickering light, Christmas had already arrived. Thank you for being here.Teresa — Days, Years, Seasons.