One day

 One day, Christmas won’t feel rushed anymore.

One day, you’ll sit back with coffee cooling in your hands,
watching the magic instead of managing it.

The noise will still be there
the laughter, the paper ripping, the chaos
but this time, you’ll soak it in.

You’ll bake because you want to.
Spoil because you can.
Smile as you see your love living on
in little faces that feel strangely familiar.

One day, you’ll realize
you already did the hardest part.

And being a grandma at Christmas
will be softer, slower,
and somehow even sweeter.