Ho-ho-ho!

I remember the night when the snow stood still.
The elves were quiet, the stars were listening.
And there it was — a tiny note carried by the North Wind.
It didn’t ask for toys or sweets...
It asked for hope.

Ah, my dear friend…
On my workbench sat a little train — old, rusty, and full of dreams.
It didn’t carry gifts.
It carried memories.
So I whispered to the elves,
“Let’s give it light, and let it travel once more.”