Coming Home Christmas Time /22

WHY WILL IT BE THIS WAY?

Christmas is family.
A time when work fades and the heart turns to those it loves most.
Yet so often, when December 25th appears in red, the quiet vanishes — replaced by rushing, wrapping, packing, eating, scrolling. Familiar?

I love the waiting for Christmas —
choosing small treasures, imagining light, kindling candles scented with cinnamon and orange.
This year, the waiting was different.
We returned “back home.”
With my father and mother, the summer house became a winter haven.
Father built, Mother arranged, my sister and our children filled the space with laughter and the smell of cookies.
For the first time, my childhood home became the heart of celebration — a memory stitched softly into my soul.

Did you smile? Remember your own Christmas — the crackle of fire, your mother’s kitchen, that gentle “How can I help?” or the quieter “I love you”?
If not, perhaps Christmas already lives quietly in your heart.
Because it isn’t about tables or feasts —
but about family, gathered in warmth.

V.