’Twas the night before Christmas, and embers whispered low,
A hearth glowed warm while snowflakes drifted slow.
Stockings sagged with wishes, stitched with hope and cheer,
As cocoa-sweetened laughter lingered near.
The house held breath; even shadows seemed to pray.
Then sleighbells sighed across the sky’s dark bay.
A laugh like thunder, boots with starlight rimmed,
Saint Nick arrived, eyes bright, beard silver-trimmed.
He left soft magic, peace, and dreams to keep,
And vanished gently, letting children sleep.
Outside, reindeer pawed moonlit frost, patient and proud, while dawn promised kindness, bells fading, hearts full, morning near, for all who believe. 🎄🩷
stake Id: AliceTaiwo