When a mother’s beloved Christmas decorations are destroyed overnight, the wreckage leads to a truth she never expected — and a choice that could heal what bitterness nearly broke. A tender, emotional story about family, forgiveness, and the quiet kind of love that shows up when it matters the most.
I’ve always believed you can tell the warmth of a home by looking at it from the street. Not just the Christmas lights or the wreaths, but by the feeling it gives off.
And the kind of glow that makes you slow your car just to take it in.
Not just the Christmas lights or the wreaths, but by the feeling it gives off.