Oh, Come Home

by Isla aged 12

Snowflakes twirl like sugar spun
On rooftops kissed by setting sun.
The chimney hums a carol tune,
While reindeer race beneath the moon.
Stockings hang in hopeful rows,
By fireside’s dance of amber glows.
Cinnamon dreams and pine-sweet air,
Wrap every room in tender care.
Tinsel trails like comet light,
Through halls aglow with red and white.
Cookies stacked in secret piles,
For midnight guests with jolly smiles.
A sleigh bell rings—a hush, a thrill—
The world leans in, the night stands still.
And in that pause, a wish takes flight:
Peace, love, and joy burn warm and bright.

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