By Giselle Leonard
The lights sparkled, the tinsel threw golden reflections around the room. Ornaments glittered and swung delicately on the many, forest green branches.
Chirpy snowmen and smiley Santa’s peer from the depths. The presents, neatly stacked beneath the tree, provide a curious matter.
Fingers prod at them and their contents rattle as they are shaken roughly by excited hands. Tiny reindeer prance around the tree, showing off their fine antlers.
The star smiles serenely from its perch on the top, surveying they scene with a proud gaze. A fire crackles cheerfully in the corner.
Stockings dangle just above it and the room is filled with a calming warm glow. The radio sings joyfully from the counter. “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.”
