Amidst the twinkle, tinsel's grace, A secret lies in a whispered place, In daughter's closet, behind the veil, A Christmas gift tells its silent tale. Wrapped in paper, hope and cheer, Awaiting dawn, the season near, A husband's joy, concealed with care, A love's embrace in shadows there. By pine's soft scent, and candle's glow, A promise whispers, soft and slow, That gifts may hide, but love will find, Its way to you, in heart and mind.