On the eighteenth, as night descends,  
The warmth of fire never ends.  
The flames crackle, the embers glow,  
While outside winds and snowflakes blow.  
The stockings hang with quiet grace,  
Awaiting gifts, a warm embrace.  
The house smells sweet of pine and spice,  
Of cocoa rich, of sugar nice.  
We gather close and share our dreams,  
The fire dances, softly gleams.  
In this warm room, we find our peace,  
And all the world’s anxieties cease.  
So on this night, let worries fade,  
As love and light in hearts invade.  
The glow of fire, the heart’s embrace,  
Are gifts we cherish in this place.