Tis the night before Christmas, the screen softly glowed,
Charts paused, candles rested, the markets all slowed.
By the fire I sat, with hope in my sight,
Dreaming not of richesβbut peace for the night.
I wished for my parents to smile without worry,
For debts to feel lighter, for life less of hurry.
Christmas, to me, isnβt numbers or gold,
Itβs warmth in the heart and stories retold.
If luck finds me here, Iβll share it with grace,
Because miracles matter most when theyβre shared. πβ¨
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