Tis the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
not a creature was stirring… until the house seemed to listen.
The fire whispered a forgotten name.
A warm snowflake drifted down the chimney and touched the floor, and the night remembered something it had lost.
The stars outside shifted, as if spelling a secret meant only for children.
Under the tree, the gifts leaned toward the light.
Then came a knock.
Not at the door, not at the window,
but in the silence between seconds.
And in that pause, Christmas changed forever.
Tis the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
not a creature was stirring… until the house seemed to listen.
The fire whispered a forgotten name.
A warm snowflake drifted down the chimney and touched the floor, and the night remembered something it had lost.
The stars outside shifted, as if spelling a secret meant only for children.
Under the tree, the gifts leaned toward the light.
Then came a knock.
Not at the door, not at the window,
but in the silence between seconds.
And in that pause, Christmas changed forever.
username panger0
Tis the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
not a creature was stirring… until the house seemed to listen.
The fire whispered a forgotten name.
A warm snowflake drifted down the chimney and touched the floor, and the night remembered something it had lost.
The stars outside shifted, as if spelling a secret meant only for children.
Under the tree, the gifts leaned toward the light.
Then came a knock.
Not at the door, not at the window,
but in the silence between seconds.
And in that pause, Christmas changed forever.
username panger0
