The twenty-third, a night so still,  
The quiet hum, the calm, the thrill.  
The stockings hang, the tree stands tall,  
With dreams of joy to grace us all.  
The fireplace crackles, shadows play,  
As hearts prepare for Christmas Day.  
The gifts are wrapped, the ribbons neat,  
The feeling here is soft and sweet.  
The children peek with sparkling eyes,  
Believing still in Santa’s skies.  
Their dreams drift soft like winter snow,  
A hope they’ve carried long ago.  
And in this pause, before the cheer,  
The world feels love that draws so near.  
The eve before the Christmas Eve,  
A moment’s magic, hearts believe.