Christmas Eve

The world falls quiet, draped in snow,

A silver moon begins to glow.

The stars above, like candles bright,

Adorn the velvet cloak of night.

The hearth is warm, the firelight gleams,

A glow that dances in children’s dreams.

Stockings hang with patient care,

While whispers of magic fill the air.

The scent of pine and cinnamon sweet,

Mingles with laughter, soft and fleet.

Families gather, hands entwined,

Sharing stories of olden times.

Outside, the world is still and hushed,

The trees in icy splendor brushed.

Footsteps crunch on frosted ground,

As joy and peace in hearts resound.

A distant bell begins to chime,

Marking the sacred midnight time.

For on this night, so pure, divine,

A miracle was born to shine.

In humble homes and grandest halls,

The spirit of love unites us all.

For Christmas Eve, with its quiet grace,

Brings hope to every time and place.

So light a candle, say a prayer,

Feel the warmth of love in the air.

For on this night, the world does see,

The beauty of peace and harmony.