In the corner of the room, it stands so bright,
With twinkling lights in the silent night.
Adorned with ornaments, each with a tale,
A witness to joy and memories that prevail.

Strings of tinsel, like silver streams,
Reflect the warmth of childhood dreams.
Underneath its branches, presents lie,
Wrapped with love, beneath the winter sky.

The star atop, a guiding light,
Shines through the longest night.
It whispers hope, and love so true,
A beacon for all, both old and new.

Gathered around, we share our cheer,
In the glow of the tree, we hold dear.
Its presence, a symbol of unity,
In its embrace, we find serenity.