Your Daily Boost – Episode 664

The Gifts You Don’t Have to Wrap

Let’s get this out of the way first…Presents are still fun.

I enjoy wrapping paper. I enjoy poorly disguised boxes. I enjoy pretending I don’t know what something is when I very clearly know what something is. I enjoy the chaos of gift bags, batteries that weren’t included, and at least one person realizing they forgot a card and trying to pass it off as intentional minimalism.

So yes—presents are great.

But Christmas has a funny way of sneaking something else into the room once the noise dies down.

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What Christmas Gave Me This Year

Somewhere between the last cup of coffee and the quiet that settles in when the day slows down, Christmas stops being about what’s under the tree and starts being about who’s still in the room.

My people.

The ones who stuck around through a long year. The ones who saw the mess and didn’t flinch. The ones who laughed with me, carried me, challenged me, and reminded me who I am when I forgot. That’s not something you wrap. That’s something you receive.

For me, Christmas also carries faith. Not the loud kind. Not the performative kind. The quiet, grounding kind. The reminder that love showed up once—without fanfare, without force, without conditions—and changed the trajectory of everything. You don’t have to believe exactly what I believe to feel the weight of that idea. Love entering the world quietly. Hope arriving without demanding attention. Grace showing up before anyone earned it. That’s a powerful story, no matter where you stand.

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The Real Gift Was the Year It Took to Get Here

This year gave me growth I didn’t ask for but desperately needed. Perspective I resisted until it stuck. Moments that hurt… and moments that healed.

And standing here today, I don’t feel like I “won” the year. I feel like I survived it honestly. I feel more present. More grounded. More grateful.

That feels like a gift.

💡 The best things Christmas gives us don’t fit in boxes—and they don’t disappear when the decorations come down. They stay with us. They shape us. They remind us who we belong to and what actually matters.

If you’re reading this today, the gift already arrived. And odds are…it’s sitting closer than you think.