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Making holiday memories |
Snow whispers soft on a winter night, Lanterns glowing warm with golden light. The world feels hushed, like it’s holding its breath, Waiting for miracles woven from faith. A Christmas tree shimmers in silver and green, Carrying memories of all we have seen. Hanukkah candles rise, steady and true, Each flame a reminder that hope pulls us through. The New Year approaches with footsteps of change, Turning the calendar’s clean, open page. We toast to beginnings, to peace, to repair— To healing the pieces we all still must bear. For holidays aren’t just the gifts that we give— They’re lessons in how we continue to live. In kindness, forgiveness, in opening our heart, In knowing each season’s a fresh place to start. So here’s to the moments that brighten the cold, To the stories retold and the hands that we hold. May love be the light that guides every day— A flame that won’t dim, no matter the way. Snow whispers soft on a winter night, Lanterns glowing warm with golden light. The world feels hushed, like it’s holding its breath, Waiting for miracles woven from faith. A Christmas tree shimmers in silver and green, Carrying memories of all we have seen. Hanukkah candles rise, steady and true, Each flame a reminder that hope pulls us through. The New Year approaches with footsteps of change, Turning the calendar’s clean, open page. We toast to beginnings, to peace, to repair— To healing the pieces we all still must bear. For holidays aren’t just the gifts that we give— They’re lessons in how we continue to live. In kindness, forgiveness, in opening our heart, In knowing each season’s a fresh place to start. So here’s to the moments that brighten the cold, To the stories retold and the hands that we hold. May love be the light that guides every day— A flame that won’t dim, no matter the way. |