In the quiet of a winter’s night,
Where stars above gently glow,
The world is wrapped in a blanket white,
As dreams of joy begin to flow.

Candles flicker with a hopeful light,
Casting warmth through frosted panes,
Children’s laughter, pure and bright,
Echoes softly like sweet refrains.

The pine tree stands with grace adorned,
In ornaments and ribbons bright,
While hearts are warmed and spirits warmed,
By love that fills the silent night.

Beneath the mistletoe we stand,
With promises and dreams to weave,
In this magical, wondrous land,
Where miracles we dare believe.