Beneath the twinkle of the lights,
Beyond the snow-capped, starry nights,
There lies a truth both pure and clear:
Christmas lives in hearts sincere.

It’s not the gold, the gifts, the store,
Nor wreaths that hang on every door.
It’s found in love, in acts of grace,
In every kind and gentle face.

A whispered prayer, a hand held tight,
A beacon glowing through the night—
These are the gifts that heaven sends,
Binding strangers, family, friends.

The manger’s child, the holy start,
A Savior born to heal each heart.
Through him, the weary world may find
A peace that warms all humankind.

So let this season’s message ring:
Of hope reborn, of angels’ wings.
May Christmas’ warmth, like candle’s glow,
Touch every heart and softly grow.

For Christmas isn’t bought or sold,
It’s love’s pure light, more prized than gold.
A gift eternal, vast and true—
May it forever dwell in you.