When the house is quiet, and the candles are burning,
and the scents fill the air, all twirling and swirling,
and the Christmas lights shine from the tree in the corner,
and the cats are all cuddling with me, making me warmer,
and my coffee cup steams and smells of fresh brew,
and my laptop screen hums as I write this to you,
these are the times cherished most you see,
when the house is quiet, and all is at peace.