The Real Gift Was Their Friendship
By Annette Camp
December 25, 2024
A small tree stood quietly in the corner,
its white lights casting a soft glow.
Green, red, and silver ornaments hung carefully.
Each one reflecting the stillness of Christmas Eve.
A friend had placed it there,
and quiet magic settled over its branches.
Crisp bills, green paper, tucked among the needles,
hung as the ornaments gleamed.
A quiet transformation of a tradition shared.
The little tree stood alive with abundance,
its branches with an offering.
A moment of gratitude for a friendship.
The tree had become more than decoration.
It was a symbol—a reminder of generosity,
of surprise and quiet miracles found in ordinary places.
Though money hung from its branches,
the real gift was the way it made me feel:
connected, amazed, and deeply aware of the moment.
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