The world slows down, the streets fall still, The frost paints silver on the sill. And in this hush, I start to see, What Christmas really means to me. No rush, no noise, no neon signs, Just footsteps fading over time. A whisper drifts from long ago, Of fires warm and hearts that glow. I don’t need the gold or fame, Just someone softly saying my name. In the quiet of Christmas, The world feels right again. I find my heart remembering The joy of where I’ve been. No angels singing overhead, No silver crowns or thrones instead Just peace within, In the quiet of Christmas. Letters left beneath the tree, Dreams from someone just like me. Every wish and memory, A thread that ties our hearts, you see. Through every storm, through every year, This stillness whispers, I am here. In the quiet of Christmas, The world feels whole and near. The firelight and faces bright, Erase the weight of fear. No shining stage, no grand parade, Just love in every word we’ve made. And peace within, In the quiet of Christmas. Let snow keep falling, soft and slow, Reminding us of all we know. That hearts can heal, and time forgives, In nights like this we learn to live. In the quiet of Christmas, I hear your voice again. Through every loss, through every gain, This season never ends. No need for more than what we are, Just souls beneath the same old stars. And peace within, In the quiet of Christmas.
