The nineteenth, a day to feel,  
The Christmas spirit, warm and real.  
It’s not in ribbons, gifts, or tree,  
But in the hearts of you and me.  
It’s in the laughter, light, and song,  
The joy that helps our hearts belong.  
It’s in the kindness we bestow,  
The love we give and let it grow.  
The twinkling lights, the frosty air,  
Remind us all that we still care.  
In every smile, in every kiss,  
We find the magic, we find our bliss.  
So on this day, let hearts unite,  
In love that dances through the night.  
The Christmas spirit softly calls,  
In every home, in every hall.