Enchantment in Tiny Lights

In a room where whispers of winter play, A child tiptoes in, eyes wide with wonder. Before her, a tree in festive array, A forest’s dream caught in yuletide slumber.

Tiny lights dance in her gaze, star-like, bright, Ornaments twinkle, their stories untold. Each a universe of color and light, Reds and golds, blues and greens, bold yet so old.

With each step closer, her world expands more, Glass baubles reflecting her innocent mirth. Angels and snowflakes, legends of yore, Dangle gracefully, bridging heaven and earth.

In these moments, under this tree aglow, She discovers magic, pure and agleam. Every ornament, a seed to sow, In the garden of her wintertime dream.

And there she stands, in awe, small and tender, A child amidst wonders, vast and immense. In the heart of December’s grand splendor, She finds joy, in simplicity, immense.

So let us remember, as years go by, The child within, awed by the Christmas tree. For in these ornaments, under the sky, Lies the beauty of life’s simplicity.