In the silence of a wintry night, in its embrace.
Xmas whispers tales of grace.
This is the hour of God's miracles.
Where hope is sung, A beautiful scented flower.

Beneath the heavens, stars aglow.
Miracles dance in powdered snow.
The fire in their hearts is love blossomed.
Xmas cradles are what the world dreams of.

From Manger to heaven.
That's a symphony of faith and love.
Silver bells tie the knot everywhere.
In the murmur of hope, a thread passes through times.

Every smile, every embrace.
Xmas unveils God's saving grace.
True miracles are made in hearts!
Xmas, a canvas, painted anew.

During this season the spirits fly.
Miracles abound, forevermore.
Xmas is God's whispered rhyme,
A tapestry of miracles, divine.

© jaylinestarr