Tis the night before Christmas, when the embers glowed softly, and time seemed to pause,
As the world held its breath in a hush full of awe.
The stockings hung hopeful by the mantle with care,
Each stitch sewn with wishes, each thread a small prayer.
Outside, snowflakes whispered their silvery song,
As moonlight stitched shadows where dreams drift along.
The house creaked and sighed like it knew something more—
A secret of magic just past the back door.
For joy isn’t loud, and wonder’s not fast,
It tiptoes in gently, wrapped warm in the past.
So hearts settled deeper, all worries set free,
Remembering love is the truest gift tree.
And there by the fire, in that soft golden gleam,
Christmas arrived… not in things, but in dreams.” 🎄✨
stake : Lulaykong
