Christmas time, a moment to reflect.

Families enjoying each other reflecting on the past year.

Gathered around, the tree shining bright,

A mix of old memories and new in the light.

I think of the past, those simpler days,

No rush for gifts, no holiday craze.

A stocking stuffed with treats and toys,

Homemade treasures, pure childhood joys.

Now Christmas starts before autumn’s end,

Ads and sales, the message they send:

“Spend more, buy more, outshine the rest,”

But debt in January feels far from the best.

I long for the love, the warmth, the care,

For thoughtful moments, just being there.

No fancy wrapping, no costly ploy—

Just that sparkle of joy from a handmade toy.

Wendi 13/12/24