There's only one gift left under the tree. It says it's from me. I hand it to you carefully. 'I made this for you,' I say. You open it with the prettiest fake smile I've ever seen. 'Oh, it's, uh, wonderful,' you respond. This short poem collection explores the writer's relationship with their family and the holiday season, as the difficult realities of life set in. Does growing up really mean moving on? Follow along with a collection of stories based in hope and fear, family and friends, and most importantly, coffee and Christmas lights