Christmas on couch

Christmas on couch 

On Christmas Eve, I sat with a list in hand,

A lengthy catalog of wishes, a heartfelt command.

My room, a winter wonderland, sparkling bright,

A Christmas tree aglow, a beacon in the night.

A culture new, a feeling fresh, a spirit bold,

I baked a cake, my first, a story to be told.

In new pajamas, I swayed to the music's gentle hush,

A soothing serenade, a peaceful, winter's rush.

These holidays, a treasured time, a season of delight,

A year-long wait, a festive cheer, a Christmas Eve so bright.

The room, a cozy warmth, a haven from the cold,

A time for reflection, a moment to behold.

I glance outside, a winter's scene, a snowy sight,

Then back to my watch, a ticking heartbeat, a passing night.

It's as if I want to freeze time, to hold onto this peaceful eve,

A Christmas magic, a feeling I wish to retrieve.

Memories of Christmases past, a nostalgic, bittersweet refrain,

A time for family, friends, and love, a joyous, festive strain.

Now, I often celebrate alone, a quieter, more subdued tone,

Yet, in this silence, I find a peace, a Christmas spirit that's my own.

The night stretches out before me, a canvas waiting to be told,

A story of Christmas magic, a tale of love, a heart that's bold.

Perhaps I'll write through the night, or watch a romantic, Asian tale,

A Christmas Eve, a time for dreams, a night that's mine to hail.

And so, this Christmas Eve, a simple, quiet night,

A cake, a sofa, and I, a peaceful, winter's delight