Christmas Lives in Our Hearts

The snow falls quiet on the valley floor, A place we call home, but it feels like more. Her heart drifts far to where her family stays, In the echoes of laughter from old holiday days. I’ll light the halls with warmth and cheer, Wrap our home in joy sincere. Though the miles may keep us apart, Christmas lives in the love of our hearts. The scent of cider, the glow of pine, Stringing lights on the rafters, one bulb at a time. A wreath on the door, candles aglow, He hums as he stirs, while the fire crackles low. Her smile starts to shine through the winter’s gloom, As love fills the corners of every room. Far beyond the hills, a whisper takes flight, Guiding friends through the cold, through the starry night. A force unseen, yet deeply known, Weaves the threads that lead them home. I’ll light the halls with warmth and cheer, Wrap our home in joy sincere. The valley sings with voices strong, Together we are where we belong. Through love, through grace, through heaven’s light, Christmas shines in the darkest night. A gift of peace, a bond divine, Forever held in hearts like mine.