In the quiet of a snowy morn,
Where dreams of starlight softly play,
The world adorned in festive hue,
A canvas bright as night turns day.

Children’s laughter fills the air,
As winter’s breath begins to sing,
In every heart, a gentle warmth,
A dance of joy these days do bring.

Beneath the glow of twinkling lights,
Old memories weave with hopes anew,
Embrace the moments, fleeting, pure,
In whispers of the holiday view.

As time flows gently, like a stream,
Together bound in love and cheer,
These echoes of a season’s grace,
Will light our paths through every year.