Amidst the quiet, starlit sky,
A gentle whisper floats on high.
It speaks of hope, of dreams reborn,
In the heart of a Christmas morn.
The world adorned in purest white,
Reflects a promise in the night.
Each twinkling star, a guiding light,
Leading weary souls to bright.
Through echoes of the carol’s song,
Hope weaves a thread, gentle and strong.
In every heart, a spark ignites,
A warmth that chases away the night.
As dawn unfolds her golden hue,
The world awakens, fresh and new.
With hearts renewed, we find our way,
In Christmas hope, we greet the day.