Beneath the starry, silent night sky, it stands,
An evergreen sentinel, adorned with light,
In the heart of our home, it softly commands,
A beacon of warmth in the cold winter’s bite.

With ornaments glittering, memories it holds,
Each bauble and trinket, a story retold,
Tinsel and ribbons, in shimmering folds,
Reflecting the joy that never grows old.

Gifts nestled beneath with love and care,
Wrapped in whispers of hope and delight,
The Christmas tree stands, a symbol so rare,
Of unity, peace, and a future so bright.

In the glow of its presence, hearts come alive,
Family and friends in harmony thrive,
Under its branches, love will survive,
Forever cherished, as long as we strive.