In the quiet of the frosted eve,
Where silver stars in silence weave,
A gentle hope begins to rise,
Beneath the vast and starlit skies.
The world adorned in snowy grace,
Reflects a warmth on every face,
As whispers of a hopeful song,
Embrace the night, both deep and long.
Candles flicker through the night,
Casting dreams with golden light,
Hearts are lifted, burdens light,
In the glow of Christmas bright.
Together under winter’s veil,
We find a hope that will not fail,
For in each heart, a promise grows,
Of peace and joy that never goes.