Tis the night before Christmas, and all through the street,
A hush gently fell with the softest heartbeat.
The windows glowed warm, the snow whispered low,
As moonlight traced stories on rooftops below.
A child lay awake with a spark in their eyes,
Listening close for sleigh bells in skies.
The world held its breath, time slowed to a seam,
Where magic slips through like a half-remembered dream.
Somewhere a promise was quietly made,
That hope, once forgotten, would not ever fade…
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