‘Twas the night before Christmas
And I was alone in a strange city
Scrolling through Insta stories
Such happy, holiday pictures
What magnificent plans
Everyone had stepped out for Christmas
But that wasn’t meant for me
I snuggled further inside my blanket
Stretching my toes a tad
The night before Christmas
Would be the only miracle I had
I’ll wake up tomorrow morning with an unfilled stocking
No gift tucked under my pillow
And no screams of heady delight
I’ll be alright
Because the miracle of Christmas
Isn’t in the gifts, the tree or the plans
It’s the strength to wake up
On Christmas morning
Ready to face the world anew.
This Christmas let’s remember the ones without family, the ones away from home, the ones who can’t afford gifts, or even a makeshift home. To each and every one of you, I wish the very best. We’ll all get through it together, bit by bit. And always know that the doors to my home and heart are always open – if there’s anything you’re struggling with, please don’t hesitate to drop me a word at firstname.lastname@example.org. I promise to listen, to love and to bring back a smile.
I hope you all have a very, merry Christmas!