Tis the night before Christmas, and the world is hushed beneath a blanket of silver snow, the fire humming softly as shadows dance on the walls, when suddenly the air feels warmer, fuller, as if magic itself has slipped through the cracks of the night; outside, bells whisper in the distance, dreams stir in sleeping hearts, and for a fleeting moment time slowsβholding peace, wonder, and the promise that by morning, joy will be waiting under the tree. πβ¨
Muhajer
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