A candle hums against the night,
Soft gold where shadows sit,
Snow holds its breath in silver light,
As hearts grow still and fit.
We gather close to share the glow,
Old songs we all remember,
In quiet warmth our spirits know
The peace of deep December.
Beyond the gifts, the bells, the cheer,
A gentler truth is driven:
In love made near, in hope sincere,
Lives the soul of Christmas—
Where candle, faith, and every creed
Touch something more than religion.
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I am currently raising money to pay for ongoing psychotherapy. I am a survivor of complex trauma, I have dissociative identity disorder, and complex PTSD. Therapy can be very expensive.
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