Christmas Comes Softly

Christmas comes softly,
not in the rush of the season,
but in the hush between heartbeats
where memory warms its hands.

It comes in the glow of a porch light
waiting for someone you love,
in the laughter that fills the doorway,
in the peace that settles like snow.

It comes in the promise we keep
to show up with tenderness,
to gather what’s been scattered,
to mend what’s been missed.

It comes in the small things—
a child’s whisper,
a mother’s prayer,
a table set with hope.

And even when the year felt heavy,
Christmas still leans in,
reminding us that light
has never needed permission to return.

So we breathe,
we open our hands,
we welcome the warmth,
and we let love come home again.