In the stillness of a winter’s eve,
Whispers of hope gently weave,
Through the air, a silent song,
Promising where hearts belong.

Candles flicker in the frosty dark,
Each flame a beacon, a hopeful spark,
Guiding lost souls through the cold,
To a place of love, as foretold.

The stars above, in their celestial dance,
Offer a moment, a fleeting chance,
To believe in magic, pure and bright,
On this sacred Christmas night.

With every gift and every prayer,
A promise that we all can share,
That even in our deepest despair,
Christmas hope is always there.