Submission for the 100 Word Challenge.
She told me once that she didn’t believe in Christmas.
“We should give of ourselves all year, not just a single day.”
I find it difficult to explain how I give with a clenched chest.
Pennies to charities.
Toilet paper to housemates.
Graphite to a creaky hinge.
How difficult to explain that for one day, to those who expect nothing, I can truly give. For that one day, I’m reminded what it feels like to give with bubbles in my heart. Not because the world needs and cries and chews at my fingertips, but because I feel like wrapping presents.