Beneath the twinkling stars so bright,
A Christmas tree stands in the night.
Adorned with tinsel, gold, and light,
It shares its joy, a wondrous sight.

Each ornament a memory holds,
Of laughter, love, and tales untold.
The tree stands tall, a story old,
In whispered winds, its roots unfold.

As gifts are placed beneath its boughs,
Children gather, eyes aglow.
The magic of the tree endows,
A warmth that only hearts can know.

Through winter’s chill, the tree will stay,
A beacon in the frosty air.
Until the night turns into day,
Its presence whispers love and care.