Tis the night before Christmas when the embers burned low and the world held its breath,
Not a whisper was heard, not a footstep, not death.
The snow kissed the windows, the hearth glowed just right,
Casting shadows that danced in the soft firelight.
Stockings hung hopeful, stitched tight with a dream,
Each toe held a wish, every seam seemed to gleam.
Then crackle! a spark, and a hush turned to cheer,
For magic was stirring; Christmas was near.
Not just gifts wrapped in ribbon or sweets piled high,
But warmth shared in laughter and love passing by.
So remember this night, as the firelight gleams:
Christmas lives not in things, but in hearts and in dreams.β
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