Tis the night before Christmas, and all through the town,
The snow fell so softly, without any sound. The streetlamps glowed warm in the hush of the night,
And windows shone golden with twinkling light. Inside one small cottage, a girl named Elise
Sat wide-eyed and waiting, down on her knees.
Her grandma beside her, with cocoa in hand,
Began the old tale of the jolly old man. “Up on the rooftop,” she whispered with glee,
“Come prancing and pawing—listen, you’ll see!”
A faint jingle sounded, then closer it grew,
Till hooves scraped the shingles, and sleigh bells rang true. Elise rushed to the window, her breath fogging glass,
And there—oh, just there!—the sleigh flew right past.
Eight reindeer pulled swiftly, their noses aglow,
Led by one bright red light cutting through the soft snow. Santa waved once, with a wink and a smile,
Then vanished beyond the rooftops awhile.
But down came the gifts through the chimney with care,
Landing gently and neatly by Elise’s chair. A doll with yarn braids, a train made of tin,
Books full of wonders, and candy within.
The last thing that tumbled, wrapped small and bright,
Was a note that read simply: “Dream big tonight.” Elise hugged her grandma, the fire crackled low,
As peace settled over the house and the snow.
And up on the roof, as the sleigh flew from sight,
Came a cheerful “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!” Snuggle in tighter—the embers are glowing. Your turn next time the fire needs another story. 🤶❄💕✨
stake name : sofia