The evening wears a coat of white, And stars awaken one by one. The moon is resting on the roofs, While winter waits beyond the sun. A little lamp beside the door Spills golden light across the snow. It seems to say, “Come in and stay,” To every lonely soul below. The kitchen smells of gingerbread, Of oranges and something sweet. Old memories return again With every footstep in the street. A Christmas tree stands quietly, Its branches dressed in red and gold. Beneath it lie a few small gifts, But love is what the room can hold. We gather close and share our stories, Some bring laughter, some bring tears. For Christmas has a gentle way Of making strangers disappear. And when the final candle fades And silence settles through the night, We take a little Christmas warmth And carry it into the light.
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