Once there was a little boy named Ben who loved Christmas more than anything. Every morning in December, he would rush to the window, eyes bright with anticipation. “Is it Christmas yet?” he asked eagerly, and his mom would chuckle warmly and say, “Not yet, but soon!” Ben’s heart would flutter like the snowflakes drifting outside as he pictured the magical celebrations to come. His room was filled with drawings of reindeer and snowmen, all painted with his love for the season, while the smell of cookies wafted through the air from the kitchen where his mom baked.