Yuletide

  

 

Yuletide arrives

with celebration in its breath—

festivity everywhere,
streets dressed in colour,
lights blinking like quiet stars
that forgot to stay in the sky.

Flowers bloom beside frosted windows,
cakes carry the scent of sweetness,
Christmas trees stand tall,
wearing ornaments like stories,
while snow drapes the world
in a soft white paint of peace.

Reindeer step into the ready fair,
hooves light, hearts eager,
pulling sleighs heavy with dreams—
Santa riding hope itself,
a figure stitched with kindness,
synonymous with gifts.

Christmas brings delight—
cold air that wakes the skin,
candles that whisper warmth,
cookies that crumble into comfort.

Children wait with wide eyes,
elders smile with remembered wonder,
adults pretend not to wait
but listen just as closely.
Everyone expects Santa,
knocking gently on belief.

Wrapped gifts rest beneath the tree,
patient, silent, shining—
for little hands,
for loved ones,
for moments yet to open.

Love is sharing.
Love is giving.
Love is gifting, too.

Santa loves us.
We love Santa.
God loves us all.

Everything on this earth—
light, breath, kindness, time—
is a gift of God.

Gifts brighten the dim corners,
lend hope to low spirits,
offer strength when hearts feel heavy.
Gifts boost courage,
encourage faith,
assure positivity.

And so, everything becomes yuletide—
every glow,
every giving hand,
every quiet miracle
wrapped in love.