“’Tis the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The fire hummed softly, the room bathed in glow,
stockings hung ready, a soft drift of snow
pressed gently against the frost-laced glass,
as time itself seemed happy to pass.
A child hugged a blanket, eyes heavy with dreams,
while whispers of reindeer danced through the beams.
The clock ticked politely, the world felt kind,
as if every worry had been left behind.
Then somewhere afar, a bell chimed low,
not loud enough to startle, just enough to know—
that magic still lived in the quiet and small,
in cocoa-warm hands and a silent hall.
So if you were listening, heart open and still,
you’d hear Christmas arrive…
not with noise, but with will.
And as the fire dimmed and the night grew deep,
the house held its breath—
and drifted to sleep.”** 🎄✨
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