A Season to Remember

As the breath of winter starts to nip,

And (silent stars) arise to utilize frozen night,

And the world stands, in hushed reverence, waiting,

For what this season slowly makes.

A breath beckons within the fold of cold air,

Of new tales and old stories,

Of bright hearts, of soul songs,

When the call of Christmas comes with a soft rustle.

The bare boughs of the evergreens,

As you stand under a sky that is so unique

Where flares of light are doing the touching,

That shall agitate the dark and clear nights.

Pine scent, snow crisp,

Cristalise us in memories, slowly but surely so —

With children playing on the streets,

Happiness is achieved through the simplest processes.

Once again we go to the hearth pole,

Were the warm air seeps from out of the cracked floor,

Where the light from the fire plays on the walls,

And softly, we recall it all—

We gathered our faces around the table,

Those we have loved, those we can

To hold dear close, though the time flies—

A peace that preserves it for a moment.

The windowpanes lacquered with frost

Is more than a raindrop;

Nature's masterpiece — an ice-bound frame

That's the nature of beauty about this name —

Christmas. A word that pulls us near,

As if it is a melody we have hummed for decades.

Years might go by, perhaps things change or they fade away.

It is Christmas that brings us back home,

To memories that we still have left.

With the table laid, and blackened candles

The Christmas night when life is that simple

A deep, yet quietly humming something

That gets us in the feels and comrades us to keep

Our friends just the way we find,

When snowflakes gently kiss the sky.

That is the gift, this one —

An everlasting bond that is given through endless love.

There go your blinking heart beats, flashing rounds trying to pinpoint yet what happens around them once in a while at35170609 root.

Badges of the backyard, or caught magic in ribbons twined.

It is not the meal on the plate,

Neither when we continue to wear defined nor

To hear the sleigh bells far and wide,

Or on Christmas Day when we wake

To have eyes to the whole wide world in awe,

The child of a proud person.

It is within the kindness we embody,

The sprinkles of grace that we might plant,

In words that heal and touch that repairs,

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It is in the silence following prayer,

And the holy quietness which is in the air,

In those instances we often overlook,

When we stumble upon love whilst in pure bliss.

This Christmas, let us stop for looking to see,

Forget the presents, forget the tree.

The memories that never linger,

A love which time can never barter.

For in the stillness we know,

To hold that Christmas is up to us.

No, this is not bells and whistles,

However, in the pleasure that kindness gives.

Wish this would be so colorful

As long as we bear Christmas light

This is not a one-night thing, but every day

If we'd embrace tighter than before

For the season will soon likely end,

And the love persists — still a constant companion —

To light our way, to show us the way,

And lead our hearts into the light of days to come.

When morning comes to place its greylist,

And every song grows soft and lean,

Do not erase Christmas gave le de —

One of those lessons is as simple, profound, and courageous as:

The love is a gift we give and receive,

And in that warm embrace, our hearts come alive.

So let the season come anew,

And carry all of us through.

Christmas is not a day, but

But how do we decide to illuminate the road ahead?

This in the forthright hearts though,

United, hand in loving hand.

That unwavering joy,

The hope that restores the peace in hearts.

A season cloaked in fullest gentleness,

A time to smell, a time to create

And so as the bells are about to ring off,

And carols lifted on winds that waft,

Let us meet in this moment open and vast

A season of pure unity.

And next time in the cycle of a year,

And all is chill, and mirky seems the skies,

May we take Christmas inside ourselves,

Where love, like a ray of light, will always reign supreme.

Long-lasting, brilliant, and always accurate —

Christmas is found inside of you, Christmas is found inside of me. **