Because it took nothing but love to begin it,
it's not really Christmas if love isn't in it.
And so then, my darling, wherever you roam,
may you always be safe,
may you always come home.
For as long as the world still spins and still hums,
wherever you are,
no matter what comes,
the best part of Christmas will always be,
you beneath my Christmas tree.
You are loved.
Excerpted from "The Spirit of Christmas" by Nancy Tillman
2 comments:
This made me cry
Wonderful.
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