In the quiet whisper of winter’s breath,
the world softens
wrapped in blankets of snow,
frost tracing delicate lace on windows.

There is a magic that stirs at midnight,
not from chimneys, alone,
but from hearts wide open.
Santa moves unseen,
a whisper carried by stars
a quiet promise woven through ancient stories.

There is laughter echoing down decorated halls,
the twinkle of lights reflected in the hopeful eyes of children
a spark of light beneath evergreen boughs heavy with memories.

Holiday tradition pulses gently like a heartbeat,
cookies shared by flickering candlelight,
carols sung as voices rise and fall
like snowflakes drifting slowly.

Time folds softly here
past and present memories crossing
in every gift given freely,
in every hug that lingers just a moment longer.

The moment pauses,
The love gently restarts.
The season resumes,
But this time, there’s presents under the tree,
And there are happier children and adults
filled with memories.

Amelia P. is an 8th grade poet.