Tis the night before Christmas, and all through the room,
The fire whispered softly, pushing back the gloom.
Outside, snow settled slow, streetlights dim and low,
As the world leaned gently into winter’s glow.
No rush, no noise, just a moment to stay,
Where time felt smaller and worries kept away.
Somewhere, a laugh echoed warm through the air,
A reminder that magic still lingers in care.
Because Christmas isn’t the sparkle or shine,
Or counting the seconds till gifts are all mine.
It’s the pause in the year when hearts feel aligned,
And the simplest moments stay longest in mind.
Id: GautamPT
