Tis the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…”
But wait—this night had a twist of its own.
The fire softly crackled, the embers aglow,
Casting warm dancing shadows on stockings below.
Blankets were piled and cocoa steamed high,
Marshmallows floating like clouds in the sky.
Outside, the moon dressed the world in white lace,
Each rooftop and pine tree frozen in grace.
A hush filled the air, the kind rare and deep,
The kind that tucks worries gently to sleep.
Then—jingle! A whisper, a laugh in the cold,
A promise of magic, familiar and old.
Not just gifts or ribbons or toys wrapped in cheer,
But moments, and memories, and loved ones held near.
So nestled by firelight, hearts cozy and bright,
We listened, believing, on that Christmas night—
For some stories aren’t read, they’re felt through and through,
And the best part of Christmas… is sharing it with you. 🎄✨
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