Christmas Lives in the Sights and Sound

The morning snow lies crisp and bright, The world aglow in winter’s light. A soft knock sounds, a fluttering wing, An owl brings news of a joyful thing. Duckie reads the letter with care, A smile spreads wide, her heart aware. “Acorn Valley, Christmas cheer, Music, lights—I must be there!” Oh, the sparkle of lights on a silent night, The songs of joy, the colors bright. Christmas lives in the sights and sound, A magic that spreads the whole year round. She hums a tune as her bag she packs, Careful with garlands and ribbons in stacks. A string of lights, her favorite star, “Grizzly, be careful—it’s fragile in the jar!” Her heart beats fast, the road feels near, To join her friends in festive cheer. “Christmas is calling, I won’t delay, Let’s light the path, all the way!” The snowy woods, the frosted trees, Shimmer and dance in the winter breeze. Duckie hums, her heart takes flight, Imagining Acorn Valley’s twinkling light. Each step ahead, the closer it seems, The music and magic of Christmas dreams. Oh, the sparkle of lights on a silent night, The songs of joy, the colors bright. Christmas lives in the sights and sound, A magic that spreads the whole year round. The valley glows as the night draws near, She smiles, her joy sincere. “Christmas lights, music’s tune, Acorn Valley, we’ll see you soon!” The valley glows as the night draws near, She smiles, her joy sincere. “Christmas lights, music’s tune, Acorn Valley, we’ll see you soon!”