Tis the night before Christmas…
when the fire hummed low and the world felt right,
Snow stitched the silence with silver-white light.
Stockings lay hopeful, toes pointing just so,
Dreams tiptoed softly where warm shadows glow.
The kettle sang carols, the cocoa ran deep,
Even old worries had drifted to sleep.
Then—hush!—a small clatter, a wink in the air,
A promise of magic slipped down the stair.
Not hooves on the roof, but a laugh in the hall,
A reminder that kindness is greater than all.
We gathered our hearts like gifts tied with twine,
Unwrapped simple moments—yours, theirs, and mine.
So hold this night close as the embers grow dim,
Let peace be the wish at the end of each hymn.
For Christmas arrives not with glitter or gleam,
But love, softly whispered—and shared—is the dream.” 🎄✨
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