Once upon a time a little candle sat on a green tree. The tree was small and kind. The candle was warm and bright. Snow fell soft. Snow fell soft. Bells sang far. Bells sang far.
The little candle woke at dusk. It said, "I will shine." It lit a tiny flame. The flame was like a smile. The tree held the candle. The tree hummed low. "Glow," the tree said. "Glow."
Birds in the snow slept on a branch. A red bell hung near. It clicked like a small song. The song went round and round. Round and round. The room felt calm. The room felt warm.
A little wind came in the window. The candle bent a bit. The candle did not fall. The tree held the candle close. The bell rang soft to help. "Sing," said the bell. "Sing." The candle flicked and kept its light.
All night the candle made a pool of gold. The pool touched each branch. The pool touched the bell. The pool touched the snow on the sill. The house felt like a hug. Snow, bells, tree, candle—soft and calm.
At dawn the candle bowed. The flame went low and said, "Good day." The snow outside slept. The bell kept a soft note. All was peace.
Be kind and share your light.
