Tis the night before Christmas …when the embers glowed softly and all hearts felt light,
The world held its breath in the hush of the night.
The snow laid a quilt on each rooftop and tree,
And dreams tiptoed gently, as quiet could be.
Stockings hung hopeful by chimney and door,
Filled not just with gifts, but with something much more—
With laughter remembered and kindness once shown,
With love that felt warm even deep in the cold.
The moon traced a path over villages small,
Where wishes still lingered unanswered from fall.
And somewhere a bell gave a silvery ring,
Not loud, not demanding—just promising spring.
For Christmas, you see, is not wrapped up in bows,
Nor measured by glitter or bright mistletoes.
It lives in the pause, in the hand held tight,
In forgiving old wrongs on a long winter night.
So sleep now, dear world, let your worries grow still,
Let peace climb the valleys and rest on each hill.
For hope rides the starlight till morning is new—
Merry Christmas to all… and to all dreams come true. 🎄✨🎄