Tis the night before Christmas, the snow whispering softly against the frosted windows. The fire crackled, painting everything in a warm, golden glow. Stockings swayed gently above the hearth, and the faint scent of cinnamon and pine filled the air.
Outside, the world was hushed — only the shimmer of moonlight on the snow broke the silence. But inside, hearts were bright with quiet excitement. A little mouse stirred beneath the tree, eyes gleaming as it gazed at the gifts piled high. Somewhere beyond the stars, a sleigh bell jingled — faint yet clear.
Then came a soft thud upon the roof. A pause, a shuffle, and a deep, joyful laugh — that laugh you only hear once a year. The children, half-asleep in their beds, smiled unknowingly as magic drifted through the house like a sigh. Christmas had come at last, wrapping every dream in silver light and every heart in hope.
And by morning, the world would wake to wonder — proof that the truest gifts are never wrapped at all.
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