In the hush of winter's night, a tale unfolds,
A symphony of stars, where healing magic holds.
Beneath the velvet sky, where dreams draw near,
A dance of love, to banish every fear.
Magic Christmas, with its twinkling embrace,
A balm for souls, in this enchanted space.
Lights aglow like hope, in the darkest hour,
Whispers of solace, like a secret flower.
Snowflakes descend, each a gentle kiss,
Upon the weary hearts, in quiet bliss.
Frost-kissed winds carry melodies rare,
A serenade of joy, lifting the despair.
A New Year arises, a phoenix is reborn,
A canvas of possibilities, unadorned.
Midnight chimes, a celestial cue,
To let go of the old, embrace the new.
In the tapestry of time, a love profound,
A magic potion in every sight and sound.
Laughter and warmth, like a soothing rhyme,
A cure for the heart, frozen in wintertime.
Underneath the mistletoe's gentle sway,
Depression dissipates, like shadows at bay.
In the glow of love, beneath the tree,
Healing whispers of serenity.
As the clock strikes twelve, a brand new start,
A symphony of hope in every heart.
Magic Christmas and New Year's cheer,
A remedy for souls once held dear.
So let the stars above conspire,
To set your spirit, your soul on fire.
In this magical season, depression shall fade,
Replaced by love, by joy, by the promises made.