A Christmas Message
Why we fight.
In the stillness of the night, the hearth's crackle and spark paints the room in warm shades of amber. Nestled in a corner, a tree adorned in hues of gold and crimson, at its foot lie boxes dressed impeccably, cradling dreams within. Soon the hush will shatter, as tiny footsteps and tearing paper fill the room, and for that fleeting moment, all shall be…