'Twas the night before Christmas... The city asleep, While I’m wide awake with my heart buried deep... No stockings or ribbons could hide what is true... This Christmas, it’s you... The moon wore its silver, the streets dressed in white, Echoes of laughter lit up the night. The world sparkled bright, every corner I view, But none of that mattered if I’m not with you. Cocoa was steaming, the vinyls would play, Old carols repeated, they carried away. Somewhere between jingles and moonlit hue, I whispered your name, and the magic grew. No glitter or gold could replace what I feel, No ribbon or bow makes a moment this real. If joy had a sound, it would sound like you do, Soft as a wish and as bright as the view. I don’t want the gifts, I don’t need the fame, You’re the spark in the dark, the fire to my flame. Snow may fall, and the stars may move— This Christmas, it’s you. Morning broke gold, snow glimmered and shone, Footsteps on rooftops, each echo a tone. Laughter and jingles spun down every lane, Carols and greetings like soft falling rain. Firelight flickered, shadows danced on the wall, Every small heartbeat felt mighty and tall. Windows aglow, the world fresh and new, Every warm heartbeat reminded me of you. Bring on the lights, let the world shine through, Every wish I make just circles back to you. The crowd may cheer, but my heart stays true This Christmas, it’s you. ’Twas the night before christmas... The quiet hummed all around, I found every prayer in your name was found. Forget all the wrapping, forget what is new— The only true present is standing... with you. Now dawn breaks in gold through the frost and the blue, And I’m watching the sunrise right next to you. The wish that I whispered has finally come true... This Christmas… it’s you. ‘Twas the night before... and my heart just knew.. This Christmas… it’s you.
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