Once upon a time there was a small boy. He was two. He wore a red hat. He had soft socks. He liked to look at lights.
Snow falls. Snow falls. The house is warm. The bell rings. The bell rings. The tree glows. The tree glows. Candles burn. Candles burn.
The boy sits by the tree. He holds a tiny star. His eyes are big. He smiles. "Look," he says. "Look, lamp." He points to a small light. His mom picks him up. She hums a soft song. The song is low. The song is kind.
Outside, snow taps the window. Snow taps. The bell rings far. The boy hears it. He claps. He claps. A small toy deer leaps near the tree. The deer has a red scarf. The boy pats the deer. He laughs.
His dad brings a warm bowl. It smells sweet. "Taste," dad says. The boy sips and nods. All is calm. All is safe.
They hang a sock on the chair. The boy puts in a note. He draws a dot and a heart. "For you," he says. The note is for the moon and for the bell. The moon peeks in the sky. The bell is soft and slow.
Night comes. The house breathes slow. The boy yawns. His eyes close. His mom lays him in bed. She folds the blanket. She sings the song again.
Snow falls. Bell rings. Tree glows. Candle warm. Peace in the room. Peace in the night.
A gentle heart is kind to all.
