Through the eyes of a child .

I wish I was still a child at Christmas,
Where magic danced on the morning air,
And dreams were wrapped in paper and ribbons,
With secrets hidden everywhere.

The twinkle of lights on a Christmas tree,
A rainbow glowing in the night,
Each bauble held a world of wonder,
Reflecting stars that burned so bright.

The scent of pine, the songs of laughter,
The stockings hung with hope and care,
The thrill of footsteps near the doorway—
Could Santa really still be there?

But time moves on, and so have I,
No longer small with wide-eyed glee.
Yet in my heart, the magic lingers,
A gift that Christmas gave to me.

For now I see in every sparkle,
The love that makes this season bright.
Though grown, I still can feel the wonder,
That Christmas weaves on Christmas night.