Poetry: Christmas Week Magic

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As the calendar turns its page, the last week before Christmas unfolds with a blend of excitement and nostalgia. The air carries a slight chill, hinting at the warmth of gatherings yet to come. Shops buzz with activity, filled with cheerful chatter and laughter, as people hurry to find the perfect gifts for those they cherish. The scent of pine and cinnamon wafts through the air, inviting memories of joyful celebrations and shared moments. With each day that passes, the anticipation swells, wrapping around us like a cozy blanket, leading us to the heart of the season.

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A Week ‘Til Christmas

A slight chill whispers through the air,
As shops brim full with festive cheer everywhere.
Laughter and chatter, joy intertwined,
Amidst bustling crowds, a warmth you’ll find.

Wrapping up presents with ribbons so bright,
For friends and loved ones, a heart’s pure delight.
Each careful fold, each heartfelt note,
A promise of love wrapped in a hopeful coat.

Presents nestled under the glittering tree,
Sparkling like stars, as bright as can be.
With each passing day, the anticipation grows,
For magic and wonder that Christmas bestows.

So hold on to moments, let the spirit ignite,
As we count down the days to that magical night.
A week full of joy, of love, and of light,
As Christmas approaches, our hearts take flight.

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