The Season That Gives Back

Not in the shimmer of wrapping,
nor in the weight of the tree,
but in gentle, quiet offerings
the season speaks to me.

A hand reached out in kindness,
a prayer breathed soft and low,
a place at the table widened
so one more heart may glow.

Joy does not come wrapped in ribbons—
it walks in on tender feet,
found in the giving of moments
where heaven and earth can meet.

So let the world chase glitter;
its shine will fade by spring.
I’ll rest in the warmth of giving—
for gratitude makes kings.

And the Christ who walks beside me
still whispers soft and clear:
“It is more blessed to give, child—
and I am already here.”

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