From Presents To Presence
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When I was young there were many joys of Christmas and one of the biggest joys for me was opening up my presents I found underneath our Christmas tree.
I’d hold the present in my hand with a smile a mile wide, then rip the wrapping paper off to see what was inside.
When I grew a little older my focus shifted off of me and I found my joy in the presents for my family underneath our Christmas tree.
I’d see them hold their presents in their hands with smiles a mile wide then watch them rip the wrapping paper off to see what was inside.
When I grew a little older still…my focus underwent another shift for when it came to Christmas every year I wished for but one gift.
It wasn’t the presents I’d give my family or the presents they’d give to me…it was the presence of my family around our Christmas tree.
Children grow, they move away…that is what families do and it gets harder and harder every year for my one wish to come true.
But when it does you can see me all night with a smile a mile wide…having opened up my present to find my family inside.
Copyright © Jim Yerman | Year Posted 2020
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