Dear Readers, Christmas was never just a holiday for me; I always found ways to get home from work as soon as possible as it was a season of magic, warmth, and togetherness a time when homes and hearts glowed brighter. Every December, the world seemed to slow down enough to let joy peek through the cracks. For me, the season's highlight was always the preparation: shopping for decorations, picking out the perfect lights, and assembling the crib. It was more than a chore it was a cherished tradition, first with my Parents, and later, a dream I hoped to share with my children. But time has a way of shifting dreams into bittersweet memories.