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Christmas Love

The True Meaning of Family

By Tantri YuanaPublished about a month ago 2 min read

In the cozy town of Maplewood, there lived a close-knit family: the Parkers. The family consisted of Dad, Mom, their teenage daughter Lily, and their energetic ten-year-old son, Jack. The Parkers were known for their warmth and love, always hosting family gatherings and neighborhood barbecues.

One winter, something magical happened to the Parkers. It all started with a seemingly ordinary Saturday morning. The snow was falling gently outside, and the smell of pancakes filled the house. Dad was flipping pancakes, Mom was humming as she set the table, and Lily and Jack were bickering over who would get the last piece of bacon.

"Jack, stop trying to steal my bacon!" Lily laughed, swatting his hand away playfully.

"Hey, it’s a free country!" Jack retorted with a grin.

Their parents chuckled at the familiar scene. Despite the occasional squabble, the love in their household was undeniable. It was a love built on shared moments, inside jokes, and unconditional support.

As they sat down to eat, Dad cleared his throat. "We’ve got some exciting news," he began, exchanging a knowing look with Mom.

Lily and Jack’s eyes widened with curiosity. "What is it?" they asked in unison.

Mom smiled. "We’ve decided to take a family trip to the mountains for Christmas. A cozy cabin, snow, and just us together."

The room erupted in cheers. They had always wanted to have a snowy Christmas in the mountains, and this was a dream come true. The days leading up to the trip were filled with packing, planning, and a lot of excitement.

When they finally arrived at the cabin, it was everything they had hoped for. Snow-covered trees, a roaring fireplace, and a view that took their breath away. They spent their days skiing, building snowmen, and drinking hot cocoa by the fire.

One evening, as they gathered around the fireplace, Lily noticed a small, old-fashioned book on the mantle. "What’s this?" she asked, picking it up and flipping through the pages.

Mom smiled. "That’s an old family tradition. Each family that stays here writes a story or a memory in the book."

They decided to add their own story to the book. Each of them took turns writing a part, capturing the laughter, the snowball fights, and the warmth of their time together. It was a simple gesture, but it brought them even closer.

On Christmas Eve, they sat around the tree, exchanging small gifts. Jack handed Lily a homemade bracelet, and she hugged him tightly, touched by the gesture. Dad gave Mom a framed photo of the family, taken during one of their snowy adventures. Tears filled her eyes as she hugged him, grateful for their beautiful family.

As they sat together, watching the fire crackle and the snow fall outside, Lily spoke up. "You know, it’s not the place that makes Christmas special. It’s us. Being together."

Everyone nodded in agreement. In that cozy cabin, surrounded by love and laughter, they realized the true meaning of family. It wasn’t about the perfect setting or the grand gestures; it was about the little moments, the shared memories, and the love that bound them together.

Years later, the Parkers often looked back on that magical Christmas in the mountains. They continued to make new memories and traditions, always holding onto the lesson they learned that snowy winter: that the greatest gift of all is the love of family.

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  • Esala Gunathilakeabout a month ago

    Enjoyed your awesome work.

TYWritten by Tantri Yuana

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