Think of every Christmas light you see as all of the people who have ever loved you. Some stay sparkly bright for the entire season. Some flicker a little. They gain and lose connection. Others yet are made out of the softest glow and quietly remind you that they have only gone to celebrate next door. And at the very summit of the tree, there is a light that will never burn out. God who was and is and is to come. Never failing. And it's all so significant. How each different form of twinkling is a love that you were given the honor of holding. The beauty is not in how many strands you have on your tree but in how each light has come along to teach you.