In the quiet dawn, gifts softly gleam,
Wrapped in whispers of dreams untold,
Each ribbon ties a secret seam,
Stories in colors unfold.
Beneath the paper, a tender heart,
Beats with the rhythm of giving’s grace,
Unseen hands play a silent part,
Crafting joy in a cherished space.
Moments wrapped in gentle care,
A smile that lingers like morning dew,
Gifts bestowed beyond compare,
Echoes of love in every hue.
In the giving, we find our place,
A shared embrace, a timeless art,
Gifts that bind us in their trace,
Weaving warmth into every heart.