“Tis the night before Christmas, and the world has gone still.
Snow falls in gentle whispers outside the window, piling like soft feathers upon rooftops and sleeping streets. Inside, the only light comes from the fire and the glow of a single candle flickering on the mantle, its flame swaying as though listening for something… or someone.
In the quiet, you can almost hear it—
a faint jingle carried by the wind,
a distant laugh rolling across the night sky,
a promise of wonder drawing nearer.
Children everywhere dream beneath warm blankets, but magic stirs even for those awake. For Christmas Eve holds a secret: the boundary between the everyday and the extraordinary is thin—so thin that if you listen closely, you may catch the sound of hooves on snow or the rustle of a red coat brushing through the shadows.
And in that peaceful moment by the fire, as you take a breath and feel the warmth seep into your bones, you realize…
Tonight is not just any night.
Tonight is possibility.
Tonight, you are part of the story.”
Stake: Francol11
