Gingerbread House

As winter’s clock runs to twelve,
The evening whispers, soon we'll greet
The New Year’s magic, and hearts believe,
As snowflakes dance on silver street.

Through frosted panes, a brilliance glowing,
Each flake a twinkling, gentle star;
While Father Frost, with laughter flowing,
Stands by the window, not so far.

The children wait, their eyes agleam,
Awaiting joy that fills the air,
As laughter weaves a glowing dream -
A tale of wonder, sweet and rare.

On Christmas tree, the colors blaze,
Each light a promise, shining bright;
In gingerbread house, fond hopes we raise,
As midnight strikes, in pure delight.

The old year bows with soft farewell,
Embracing new with open arms;
We wish for joy in every swell,
In peace and love, and tranquil charms.

We sip our champagne, bubbles cheer,
In kindness’ warmth, our spirits soar;
Let dreams come true, let hearts draw near,
As wishes linger, forevermore.

May dreams reside in gingerbread,
And twinkling lights guide my way.
One year fades, the new one wings spread,
Carrying hopes, bright as the day.