Under the twinkling stars so bright,
Stands a tree dressed in winter’s light.
Adorned with gold and silver gleam,
A beacon in the snowy dream.

Each branch tells tales of yesteryears,
Of laughter, love, and joyful tears.
Its needles whisper secrets old,
In stories of warmth, both new and bold.

The ornaments dance in gentle sway,
Reflecting magic in their play.
With every light a wish comes true,
Bringing peace and dreams anew.

Gathered ’round, we find our place,
In the tree’s embrace, a soft embrace.
For in its glow, we see the ties,
Binding hearts beneath the skies.