In the office glow, a festive morn, Where whispers of a tale are born, "Twas the night before," we recall, In cubicles and hallowed hall. Spiced tea mingles with laughter bright, As colleagues gather in morning light, Each sip a toast to yesteryear, And hopes anew as we all draw near. Gingerbread joy and holly sprig, Deck the table where stories dig, To twinkling eyes and clinking cups, In this small world, our spirits lift up. For in this season’s tender tide, We find our warmth where dreams abide, With words that echo timeless cheer, In the heart of December’s sphere.