Right page of my journaling spread.
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I’m going to let the soft glow of fairy lights guide me through December’s darkness. They don’t shout for attention; they just twinkle quietly, turning ordinary corners into something magical. Their gentle presence is a reminder that joy doesn’t have to be loud to be felt deeply.

I’m going to let the sound of carols fill the background—not blaring, but soft and steady, like a warm conversation with an old friend. Their familiar melodies carry years of memories, each note whispering stories of simpler times.

And most of all, I’m going to try to find comfort in the stillness. A warm drink in hand, the fire crackling softly beside me, and nothing pressing to be done. These moments are my sanctuary, a pause in the season's whirlwind. Here, surrounded by simplicity, I feel the true essence of Christmas—a quiet kind of peace, a cozy sort of love.

This is the Christmas I want to remember, the one I want to keep close.