On the twentieth, the air feels clear,  
As Christmas magic draws us near.  
The world is hushed, the stars aglow,  
A peaceful stillness fills the snow.  
The trees are wrapped in ribbons bright,  
The candles flicker soft in light.  
The air itself is thick with dreams,  
As everything is not what it seems.  
For Christmas lives in whispered words,  
In secret gifts and flitting birds.  
It’s in the laughter, soft and clear,  
The joy of family drawing near.  
So on this day, breathe deep the air,  
And find the magic everywhere.  
For Christmas calls in gentle ways,  
And fills our hearts with brightest rays.