M&Ms for xmas

My grandmother taught me Thiruppavai verses while we sorted colorful candies for Christmas stockings. She'd hum ancient Tamil melodies, her weathered hands moving rhythmically through the bright M&Ms scattered across our kitchen table. Last year, I filmed her singing, posted it online. The video gained traction, eventually monetized. Those little earnings felt huge to me, a bridge between tradition and independence. This Christmas, I bought premium chocolates with that money. When Amma saw the video, she laughed, nailed the moment perfectly. Our family's ancient songs were reaching others, creating connections. She whispered, "Our heritage finds new homes this way," reminding me that some treasures multiply when shared.