Each Room Holds Hope

The snow is drifting, soft and slow,
Glistening in the moon's soft glow,
Underneath the mistletoe,
We sway in time, hearts in tow.
Candlelight reflects a dream,
Chocolate by the fire's gleam,
Whispers in a wrapped regime,
Silent night by a winter stream.
Holiday whispers, tender and bright,
Melodies dancing through the night,
With every star, our spirits take flight,
In this season, everything feels right.
Stockings hung with care, so neat,
Laughter in the air, oh sweet,
Every smile we chance to meet,
Makes the yuletide feel complete.
Ornaments and silver bells,
Their stories, every heart tells,
Magic in the way it dwells,