Christmas, before Santa had come
and eaten his cookies.

Lights glowing on the Christmas tree.
Everyone still sleeping.

I sat in the dark,
recognizing the rarity of this moment—
peace, magic, beauty, stillness
aligned perfectly
before morning light
and the chaos that would erupt.

I sat on my best prayer knees,
hands in lap,
tears streaming down my face,
in love with solitude
and silence.

The warmth of the star atop everything—
I wore it in my chest,
knowing my place
was to embody hope
and joy.

Love without performance.

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