The little ones are tucked in, their tiny tree decorated, cookies and milk awaiting Santa. Stockings hung, though it’ll take a miracle to fill them.
Truth is, the cookies will be Sarah’s dinner, versus Santa’s snack. Bills are paid, leaving little money for celebrations.
Still, Sarah’s grateful. She saved enough for a simple dinner, her children’s favorite dessert, and a few toys from the thrift store.
Giggles awaken Sarah on Christmas morning, smiling children, pointing to her stocking. Pictures they’d drawn, heartfelt letters, candy bought from carefully budgeted allowances.
They’d filled it with love, the best Christmas miracle of all.
Truth is, the cookies will be Sarah’s dinner, versus Santa’s snack. Bills are paid, leaving little money for celebrations.
Still, Sarah’s grateful. She saved enough for a simple dinner, her children’s favorite dessert, and a few toys from the thrift store.
Giggles awaken Sarah on Christmas morning, smiling children, pointing to her stocking. Pictures they’d drawn, heartfelt letters, candy bought from carefully budgeted allowances.
They’d filled it with love, the best Christmas miracle of all.
