Ephemeral Elegance: A Tapestry of Christmas Past

In the attic of my mind, dusty and vast,

Lie treasures untold, memories of Christmas past.

A kaleidoscope of moments, vibrant and clear,

Whispers of joy that still linger near.

Candles aglow in the window's soft light,

Casting shadows that dance through the night.

The crackle of fire, the scent of pine,

Memories of Christmas, frozen in time.

Stockings hung with care, by the chimney's side,

Filled with dreams and wishes, far and wide.

Silent snowfall, a blanket so pure,

Covering landscapes in memories to endure.

Laughter that echoed in rooms adorned,

With tinsel and baubles, a holiday adorned.

Children's eyes gleaming with innocent delight,

In the enchantment of Christmas night.

The taste of cookies, sweet on the tongue,

Carols sung by voices, both old and young.

Fingers wrapped in mittens, cold and red,

Building snowmen with hats on their head.

The rustle of paper, the joyous surprise,

As presents were opened, under starlit skies.

Families gathered, a warmth in the air,

Memories woven with love and care.

Through the years, these moments unfold,

In the tapestry of memories, a story is told.

The twinkle of lights, the joy that was vast,

In the treasure trove of Christmas past.

As time marches on, the echoes remain,

Of shared laughter, love, and festive refrain.

In the heart's album, the pages are cast,

A timeless collection of Christmas past.