Tis the night before Christmas, when stars softly gleamed,
and snowflakes tiptoed down as if part of a dream.
In a cozy little room, by a window aglow,
a child held a wish where the warm fire did grow.
With eyes full of wonder and heart shining bright,
they whispered their hope to the calm, quiet night.
Not for riches or crowns or mountains of gold,
but a gift filled with magic, and stories untold.
The moon smiled gently, the reindeer leaned near,
as Christmas itself seemed to pause just to hear.
For wishes made kindly, with love pure and true,
often find their way home by the morning’s first hue.
And somewhere far off, with a jingle and cheer,
Santa nodded softly and guided his sleigh near—
because Christmas remembers, as all children know,
the smallest warm wishes help the greatest joys grow. 🎄✨
Stake:Gaarriixx