Snow falls soft. It is night. Three small friends sit by the tree. They are a girl, a boy, and a tiny boy. They are one year old. They wear warm hats. They smile.
A bell goes "ding ding." A light glows. The tree is bright. Tiny stars blink. The room smells sweet. Mom hums. Dad hums. The friends clap. "Clap clap," they say. Toc-toc at the door! A toy fox comes in. "Hop," says the fox. It is soft and warm.
They see a jar of lights. One child points. "Ooh," says the girl. She pats a light. The light makes a tiny song. Plink, plink. The boy drums a mug. He goes "tap tap." The tiny boy laughs. He rolls a ball. It goes "roll roll." The fox chases the ball. The fox says "woof" but soft. No one is sad.
They wear small socks. They sip warm milk. "Mmm," they say. Snow at the window looks like sugar. Outside, a star watches. It smiles. The star drops one small spark. It is a safe spark. It lands on the tree and shimmers. The lights grow warm and gold.
They sing a short song. "La la," they sing. Their song is soft as snow. A gentle breeze whispers "shh." Mom tucks a blanket. Dad hums low. The friends yawn. They hug the fox toy. The lights blink slow. The room is calm and bright.
They sleep close, with warm hearts. The tree glows on and on.
A small gift of love makes every night bright.
