Beneath the winter’s quiet, a whispering tale unfolds,
Where evergreen branches cradle stories yet untold.
In the gentle glow of twinkling lights, dreams softly weave,
A tapestry of warmth that the cold cannot deceive.

Each ornament a memory, a chapter in our past,
Hung with care and laughter, moments meant to last.
The star atop shines brightly, guiding hearts so true,
A beacon in the night sky, where hope is born anew.

Around the tree, we gather, in love’s tender embrace,
Sharing joy and wonder, in this cherished space.
The scent of pine and magic mingles in the air,
A reminder of the blessings we are called to share.

O Christmas tree, you stand in silent grace,
A symbol of the season, of peace and holy place.
With every gentle branch, you hold a world apart,
A timeless celebration held within the heart.