The Echo of Christmas Past

What program is playing in your heart? How did it harden the things that once brought you joy? Do you remember the toy plane soaring through the sky, the broom you rode as a horse? How did the changing seasons evoke wonder as you smelled the fresh pine and felt the soft touch of snow falling from the sky?

Those feelings are now hidden behind walls you've built, a consequence of the program playing in your heart. The soft echoes of laughter and stories from your past remind you of love.

The creaky floorboards whisper beneath your feet as you tiptoe toward the tree, each step echoing in the stillness of the night. The lights twinkle like tiny stars, casting a warm glow that fills every corner of the room and seeps into your soul. For a moment, you're that child again, wide-eyed and breathless, standing in the magic of possibility. The sight of gifts wrapped with care, the scent of pine lingering in the air—it's as if the joy you once knew, the innocence you thought had slipped away, has returned, wrapping itself around your heart like a soft, familiar embrace.

At this moment, the tape has stopped. The door that was once closed is open, and you've found yourself once again. You place your hand on your heart. Can you feel it? It's your forgotten story of Christmas.