Tis the night before Christmas, and the house was wrapped in a silence so gentle it felt intentional, as if the world itself had decided to speak in whispers. Outside, snow settled softly against the windows, layering the dark with white until everything looked slower, calmer, paused.
Inside, the fireplace crackled with a steady, comforting rhythm. Every now and then, a log shifted and sent a small burst of sparks upward, briefly lighting the room like a secret being told and immediately forgotten. The air smelled faintly of pine and cinnamon, and somewhere in the kitchen, a mug of cocoa waited, steam curling lazily into the air.
You were curled up on the couch, blanket pulled high, listening, not for footsteps, but for the feeling that this night always carried. That quiet anticipation that didn’t need explaining. The kind that made childhood memories drift back without asking permission: the excitement that made sleep impossible, the belief that magic was not only real, but punctual.
The clock ticked. Slowly. Patiently.
Outside, the snow kept falling, covering the sharp edges of the world. Problems felt distant tonight, tucked away like decorations carefully packed after the holidays. Even time seemed willing to rest, leaning back and letting the night take over.
And for a moment, just one, you realized that this was the gift. Not what would arrive by morning, not what waited under the tree, but this exact stillness. This warmth. This sense that, for now, everything was exactly where it needed to be.
Somewhere far above the clouds, a bell might have rung. Or maybe it was just the fire settling again.
Either way, Christmas had already begun.
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