Twas the night before Christmas, the fire burning low,
We cuddled up close in its warm, gentle glow.
The house held its breath, the world quiet and still,
Snow resting softly on window and sill.
Laughter felt near, like a secret in air,
A moment of peace, simple, warm, and so rare.
And there by the fire, hearts steady and bright,
Christmas felt real in that hush of the night.
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