Despite the festive music and sweet aroma of fresh-baked cookies, Ian was filled with gloom. All the holiday stuff is nice, he thought, but it can’t erase the awful problems plaguing the world.
Seeking a moment’s peace, Ian closed his eyes. He remembered waking up one Christmas morning long ago and spotting his gleaming, new red bike beside the tree. He remembered the unbridled joy he felt as he raced it down his street that morning.
Now Ian often thinks of that bike. Not to erase anything but to remember joy is a gift that cannot be taken away.
Seeking a moment’s peace, Ian closed his eyes. He remembered waking up one Christmas morning long ago and spotting his gleaming, new red bike beside the tree. He remembered the unbridled joy he felt as he raced it down his street that morning.
Now Ian often thinks of that bike. Not to erase anything but to remember joy is a gift that cannot be taken away.
