“Tis the night before Christmas, when the fire’s burning low,
Snow taps at the windows in a soft, silver glow.
Stockings hang hopeful by the chimney with care,
Dreams stitched in wool and a whisper of prayer.
The kettle hums gently, the clock ticks in time,
Old carols drift by in a well-worn rhyme.
Outside, the night holds its breath in the cold,
While inside, small moments feel precious as gold.
A hush falls around us—then bells, faint and clear,
Not thunderous magic, just joy drawing near.
For Christmas arrives not with flash or with flame,
But love in the quiet, remembered by name.
So close your tired eyes, let the embers burn bright,
And carry this warmth through the rest of the night.
For morning will come with its laughter and light—
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.” 🎄✨