Snow drifts soundlessly past your window, each flake catching the early Christmas morning light until the world outside glitters like it’s been dusted with starlight.

Excitement jolts through you. Your eyes fly open, your heart thudding like the drummer boy’s steady beat. In one motion you kick off the covers and pad down the hall in your pajamas, drawn straight to the glow of the Christmas tree.

Presents spill out beneath it in a riot of color—red, silver, gold, green, and blue—each one wrapped with care, ribbons curled just so, bows perched proudly on top.

Warm laughter greets you. Your loved ones pull you into familiar embraces, their smiles soft and bright, the room filled with a comfort that sinks straight into your bones.

The tree lights twinkle, reflecting off polished ornaments—round glass baubles and delicate snowflakes alike. Peppermint candy canes dangle from the branches, and the star at the top casts a gentle glow into the corner, as if blessing the morning.

For a moment, time folds in on itself. You feel like a kid again.

You kneel by the tree, scanning the tags until you spot the first present with your name written on it. Carefully, you lift it, give it a shake, listening for clues, imagining what might be inside. Around you, your loved ones settle in close, eyes bright and expectant, waiting with you for the magic of what comes next.