Discovering the True Treasures of Christmas

The fire hums, a tender, glowing thread,

While garlands weave their spells on quiet walls.

The clock ticks softly; all is gently fed

By candlelight that flickers, bends, and falls.

Outside, the stars seem closer than before,

Their silver threads entwined in velvet skies.

The world, it feels, has opened up a door—

A passage where the Yuletide spirit flies.

Yet midway through this dream, I pause and see,

The gifts we crave are not in boxes tied.

They bloom in laughter, love’s simplicity,

And moments shared that time cannot divide.

So let the holly crown this sacred eve,

Its timeless wreath a truth we all believe.