A Christmas of Reunion and Freedom I dream of a Christmas in Venezuela where the toast doesn't have a bitter taste, but rather the sweet taste of homecoming. I long for a holiday where empty chairs in the dining room aren't a reminder of an unjust cell or a border that separates us, but spaces filled with long-awaited embraces. Enough of the absence. Our identity shouldn't be defined by the pain of broken families or the anguish of those who are behind bars today for thinking differently. The true light of this season isn't in the decorations, but in the gaze of a mother who no longer has to mourn an absent child, and in the tranquility of a home where fear has been replaced by peace. We deserve a Christmas without shadows, where "Glory to the Brave People" is sung with the strength of a nation that has healed its wounds and where, finally, freedom is the greatest gift under every tree. It is a very noble and necessary sentiment for the reconciliation of the country. Venezuela is broken and needs your help 🆘🆘🆘 🇻🇪🇻🇪🇻🇪 For a free Venezuela