…when the fire softly crackled and glowed with warm light,
Snow whispered on windows, the world hushed and white.
Stockings hung hopeful on mantel and door,
Each stitch held a wish, perhaps magic, or more.
The house breathed in peace, every heartbeat in time,
As pine mixed with cocoa and old church-bell chime.
Then somewhere—so gentle, you’d miss it by chance—
Came a rustle, a sparkle, a sleigh’s distant dance.
Not a clatter nor crash, just a shimmer of cheer,
Like laughter remembered from someone held dear.
And though eyes may grow heavy and dreams start to creep,
Christmas arrives for the waking and sleep.
So settle in closer, let the embers stay bright,
For wonder still wanders this most holy night. 🎄✨
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