On the fifteenth day, as chill winds blow,  
The fires within begin to glow.  
The logs crack soft, the flames rise high,  
And warmth fills hearts beneath the sky.  
The mittens dry on window sills,  
The cocoa warms against the chills.  
The family gathers close to stay,  
And chase the winter’s cold away.  
Stories told of years gone by,  
Of laughter shared, a teary eye.  
The warmth inside, both flame and heart,  
Is where the magic truly starts.  
For Christmas lives in moments small,  
In whispered tales, in hugs, in all.  
And on this fifteenth night, so bright,  
We feel the warmth of love’s true light.