’Tis the night before Christmas, and honestly, it’s quiet in a way that feels strange.
No cars outside, no phones buzzing, just the heater clicking now and then.
The tree lights are still on because someone forgot to turn them off,
and they’re blinking like they don’t know the day’s almost here.
The stockings are hanging, a little crooked,
and one of them already looks too full, like it’s cheating.
The house smells like pine and cookies that were maybe in the oven too long.
There’s wrapping paper stuffed in a corner that never made it to the trash.
Outside, snow is falling slow, not dramatic, just steady.
It makes everything look softer, even the stuff you don’t usually like.
You can almost believe the year wasn’t that hard when the world looks like this.
Someone turns over in bed down the hall.
A floorboard creaks.
For a second, you wonder if you heard something on the roof,
but it’s probably just the wind… probably.
And in that moment, right before Christmas actually shows up,
everything feels paused.
No rush, no plans, no worries about tomorrow morning.
Just this quiet, warm, slightly messy night
where it feels okay to believe something good is coming.
Stake: Kozax18