“’Tis the night before Christmas, when all through the house…”
…not a creature was stirring, except my dog on the couch. The fire crackled softly, the stockings hung tight, and the room glowed warm in the gentle firelight. Snow whispered outside like a secret untold, while laughter and memories wrapped us in gold. In that quiet moment, with cocoa in hand, I remembered the magic that Christmas had planned — not riches or gifts, but love drawing near, the comfort of home, and hope for the year.
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