It's the simplest things that make Christmas special. The shining lights of the tree, the bare, silhouetted trees growing ever darker in the fading light, your child's voice singing out, brightly, in the Nativity play. Your heart clenching as they glance your way, your eyes lock and you see the colour rising in their cheeks.
It was her first Nativity and such a bitter sweet moment. I found myself counting in my head how many more Nativity plays I would witness my youngest child in before her childhood years run out and she grows up, leaving only memories of moments like these to thread together.
