The Christmas spirit brews in the air in its gallant echoes
There is beauty in the air, a little whimsical touch to reality, one that no one knows 
Hope is the stellar one beckons to find
In the silent whispers of nothingness, the mirth of the season enamors the mind

Through the stillness of the year that left us gasping for more
To the breaths of agony and the yearning for peace, that with teary eyes left us sore
The sprinting fleet of its callous strides left us with a quiet reckoning,
One that agonises us with the tower moment to its end and gives us a new beginning.

To bathe in the joy of the radiant sun
To embrace the flow of life and say yes to some Christmas fun
Marshmallows that dip into the piping hot chocolate, oozing the spirit of the whimsical times 
Yarns of togetherness that stride over the memory lane, one that in the nostalgic realm shines

A season of love, joy, belonging and warmth that radiates the brimming hope that lies within 
To see the light, even the darkness tries to set in 
May the hearts that feel tired be loved in bounty leaps 
May all of us who are silently fighting our battles finally find peace

Dance with your Christmas hats, paint the town red 
I hope you fall in love with all the beauty that lies ahead.

Merry Christmas, Beautiful Humans

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