βTis the night before Christmas, the house hushed and still,
Not waiting for reindeer or sleigh on a hill.
The lights softly shimmer, the tree gently gleams,
But our hearts are caught somewhere between fear and dreams.
This year taught us patience, long nights and long days,
Measured in prayers and hospital hallways.
Lincoln sleeps softly, his breathing so true,
Braver than words could ever construe.
Then rings the phoneβno carols, no cheer,
Just a voice on the line we ache to hear.
A pause, then a word that changes it all,
Like light breaking through the darkest of fall.
Remission, they say, and the world shifts its tone,
Tears fall like snow, then joy overflows.
We watch him sleep as the night feels rightβ
Our miracle came on Christmas night.
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