We laughed and added more lights to make it shine as brightly as their joy. Everything was perfect—until Christmas Eve.
When you’re a single mom, Christmas isn’t just a holiday—it’s a mission. For me, Suzana, it’s about creating magic for my two little boys, Ethan and Jake. Every year, I scrimp and save to make sure our Christmas tree is more than just decoration. It’s our heart, our history, and our celebration. This year, after months of careful budgeting, we had the perfect tree: seven feet tall, glowing with lights, and adorned with every handmade ornament we’d ever made.
“Next to my rocket ship!” Jake, my six-year-old, chimed in, pointing proudly at his silver-painted toilet paper roll ornament.
The tree became a masterpiece of memories, each ornament telling a story. “It’s the prettiest tree on the block!” Jake declared, dancing around it.
