The air is crisp, the snow descends, A hush upon the world it lends. The streetlights wear a golden hue, Reflecting back the stars anew.
Inside the home, a tree stands bright, Adorned with silver, red, and white. The scent of pine and spice so sweet, A cozy haven, warm retreat.
Small hands hang stockings in a row, Eyes full of wonder, watched by glow Of fireplace flames, dancing high, As carols whisper softly by.
A moment held, a gentle peace, As worries for a time do cease. A celebration, kind and deep, While all the sleeping world does sleep.
Merry Christmas to all, and cheer, May joy and hope be ever near.
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