In fireside glow, where whispers weave, Lieke 23, our hearts believe, A deck is dealt, with fate's embrace, In hands of friends, warm winter's grace. Amid the snow's serene retreat, We gather close, as hearts compete, With laughter's echo, the room ignites, In every card, a dance of lights. The game a spell, temporal bind, Where rivalries and smiles entwined, In winter's hold, our spirits play, Till morning steals the night away.