Amidst the winterâs gentle chill,
The Christmas tree stands tall and bright,
Wrapped in a cloak of evergreen will,
Its branches whisper tales of light.
Golden stars rest upon its peak,
Glistening with a tender glow,
In silent grace, the tree does speak,
Of joy and warmth in falling snow.
Adorned with memories from years gone by,
Each ornament a story told,
In its embrace, dreams softly lie,
Of love and laughter, brave and bold.
The Christmas tree, with timeless grace,
Invites the heart to pause and see,
In every branch, a sacred space,
A symbol of hope, eternally free.