12/24/2025
β¨ The Night Before β¨
On Christmas Eve the world exhales,
And hushes wrap the hills and vales.
The stars lean low, the moon glows bright,
As wonder wakes within the night.
The air smells sweet of pine and fire,
Of sugared dreams and soft desire.
Windows glow in candle-gold,
Where stories warm and hands are held.
Somewhere bells are softly rung,
Not loud enough for ears so young β
But hearts can hear them drifting near,
A sound made only out of cheer.
Footsteps tiptoe through the sky,
On starlight paths that shimmer by.
Hope itself is packed in sleighs,
Wrapped in joy and carried away.
Even worries fall asleep,
While promises the night will keep.
For once a year the world is kind,
And leaves its heavy things behind.
So if you feel that quiet grace,
That gentle light no time can chase β
Thatβs Christmas Eve, with magic true,
A Christmas wish from us to youπ€β¨
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