Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the room,
the fire gently crackled, dispelling the gloom.
Snow shimmered outside in the soft silver light,
as the world held its breath in the heart of the night.
The clock softly chimed, neither hurried nor loud,
and peace settled in like a comforting cloud.
No worries, no rushing, no noise left to hear—
just warmth, and a feeling that love was near.
Somewhere between dreaming and moments gone still,
a quiet wish formed by the strength of goodwill:
That kindness would linger long after this day,
and hearts would stay open along life’s long way.
The embers glowed low, the night calm and bright,
and for one perfect moment, all felt just right.
So ends Christmas Eve in a hush, soft and true—
where magic lives on, and hope starts anew. 🎄✨
Matzek