This is a poem from Emma's pov about Christmas growing up and what it means to her now. I'd love to know what you thought.

For a long time my Merry Christmas was just a dream

I wanted someone to be with to spread the Christmas cheer

To see in the New Year

Alas I was alone

Never thinking I'd have a happiness of my own

Never thinking someone would ever love me

I still remember those Christmases

Though they seem so long ago

When I was a girl that didn't matter

The girl who santa didn't bring a toy

Christmas is about more than giving though

It's about spreading laughter and joy

It's the cheeky kiss under the mistletoe

It's love of family and friends

It's the'I love yous"

It's the feeling that despite everything

Christmas miracles really can come true