Whispers of Christmas Eve...

Whispers of Christmas Eve

(By Jacob M)

Beneath the veil of winter’s night,

A world transformed by frost's soft bite,

The stars above, like candles, glow,

Casting dreams on fields of snow.

The silent streets hum a sweet refrain,

Of carolers’ songs and jingling chains,

A thousand hearts, both young and old,

Wrapped in warmth against the cold.

In every home, a story weaves,

Of laughter shared on Christmas Eve,

Of stockings hung with tender care,

Of whispered prayers and love laid bare.

The scent of pine and cinnamon’s kiss,

Weaves through the air, a timeless bliss,

A tree adorned in splendor bright,

Each ornament is a shard of light.

The echoes of a sleighbell’s ring,

A memory of the Christ-child King,

Who came to earth, so meek, so small,

A gift of hope, a love for all.

The fire crackles, embers gleam,

Children drift into a dream,

Where sugarplums and reindeer fly,

Beneath the watchful angel’s eye.

Yet beyond the gifts and festive cheer,

Lies something sacred, pure, sincere

The bond of hearts, the strength of grace,

The power of love in every face.

For Christmas is not merely gold,

Nor treasures wrapped in silks of old;

It is the warmth of giving hands,

The peace that flows across the lands.

It’s found in moments, small and sweet,

In stranger’s smile, on a bustling street,

In every hug, in every tear,

In reaching out, in drawing near.

So as the clock strikes midnight’s bell,

And stories of the season swell,

Let us remember what we hold

A love is more precious than the finest gold.

For Christmas lives, not in one day,

But in the kindness we convey,

A spark of joy, a promise true,

The light of Christmas shines in you.