β¦βTis the night before Christmas, when the embers glow low,
And the firelight dances in a soft amber showβ¦β
Settle inβhereβs a cozy little tale just for this hearthside moment:
βTis the night before Christmas, when the world holds its breath,
Snow quilts the rooftops, all hushed underneath.
Stockings hang hopeful, stitched tight with care,
While cinnamon whispers warm up the air.
Outside, the moon paints the drifts silver-white,
Inside, time slows in the fireβs gentle light.
Old worries grow quiet, tomorrow can wait,
Tonight is for wonder, for magic, for fate.
Somewhere a bell gives a barely-there
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