THE RUSH OF DECEMBER WHEN CHRISTMAS IS NEAR

The cold slips in softly, then rushes the street,
With frost on the windows and snow at our feet,
December rolls forward with laughter and cheer,
That once-a-year magic we wait for all year.

The fireplace crackles, the living room glows,
With stories and cocoa and warm woolen clothes,
Stockings hang hopeful, each name stitched just right,
While sparks from the embers dance deep into night.

Outside, kids are shouting, red noses, bright eyes,
Building tall snowmen that lean to the skies,
Snowballs take flight in a playful attack,
Then laughter explodes as they scatter and track.

Boots by the doorway, coats tossed in a heap,
Snow angels behind where the sidewalks sleep,
Cold fingers wrapped tight around mittens and cheer,
No worry, no clock, just this moment right here.

Inside comes the bustle, the rush and the run,
Shopping bags swinging, the season’s begun,
Lists folded tight in a coat pocket seam,
Searching for gifts that will light up a dream.

Crowded bright stores with the music turned loud,
Tinsel and ribbons and bells in a crowd,
Smiles exchanged by complete strangers in line,
All chasing that feeling that only comes this time.

Lights stretch across streets in a glittering chain,
Reflecting on snow like a bright candy cane,
Trees in the windows, both tall and just small,
Each one standing proud in a house or a hall.

The days fly by faster, the nights pull us near,
As Christmas Eve whispers, “The moment is here,”
Candles are glowing, the house finally still,
A calm settles in like the top of a hill.

Pajamas pressed fresh, kids fighting their sleep,
Trying so hard but their eyelids won’t keep,
The air feels electric, the silence so thin,
Like the night itself knows what’s about to begin.

And then comes the meaning beneath all the glow,
The reason this season has carried us so,
Not wrapped in a box or a ribbon or bow,
But born in a manger so long ago.

A child, a promise, God’s love made alive,
The reason we gather, forgive, and revive,
The birth of our Savior, humble and true,
A light for the world, for me and for you.

Morning breaks gently on December’s best day,
With laughter and joy leading all of the way,
Feet down the hallway, excitement takes flight,
As wrapping paper bursts into color and light.

But deeper than presents, deeper than cheer,
Is family together, all gathered right here,
Sharing the moment, the blessing, the grace,
That time cannot steal and nothing replace.

The rush slowly fades, but the warmth lingers on,
In memories built from the dusk to the dawn,
December reminds us, year after year,
Of love, faith, and hope when we choose to draw near.

So here’s to the laughter, the snow, and the song,
The fireplace warmth where we all belong,
The rush before Christmas, so joyful, so true,
A season of love — made brand new, just for you. 🎄✨

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