Tis the night before Christmas, when all through the home,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a gnome.
The stockings were hung by the fireplace bright,
Their colors aglow in the soft amber light.
The fire softly crackled, whispering cheer,
As snowflakes danced silently, year after year.
Outside, the world slept beneath blankets of white,
While stars leaned in close to admire the night.
The children lay dreaming of wonders untold,
Of sleigh bells and laughter and stories of old.
And tucked in their hearts, without making a sound,
Was hope warm and steady. Wrapped safe all around.
Then suddenly, hark! On the roof came a clatter,
A thump and a slide, what could possibly matter?
The embers flared bright as the chimney sighed deep,
And magic slipped in while the world stayed asleep.
For Christmas, you see, isn’t just gifts or sleighs,
But the quiet reminder that love finds its ways.
It lingers in moments, in kindness, in light
A promise reborn every Christmas Eve night.
So rest by the fire, let the warmth softly stay,
For wonder still lives here… and it’s on its way.”