[Intro]

[Soft piano, acoustic guitar—like snowfall on a windowsill]

[Verse 1]

Steam on the window, cinnamon in the air,

That sweater you stole from me, stretched at the seams but you swear

It’s softer this way.

The radio hums that song we both know—

"Silent Night," half-sung, half sigh, slow.

And the world outside? Let it go.

[Pre-Chorus]

Not the tinsel, not the gold-wrapped promises,

Just your cold nose, your "Can you grab my socks, please?"

And the way you’re looking at me...

[Chorus]

Oh, it’s Christmas in the little things,

In the kettle’s whistle, the crackling pine,

In the way your shadow sways with mine

When the fire grows thin and the clock rewinds.

It’s the almost quiet, the almost still—

Just the cat’s purr and the old house creakin’ at will.

[Verse 2]

Dog by the tree, tangled in lights again,

You curse but grin as you untie the mess,

That movie’s on—we’ll act out the lines like always.

Your laugh’s the same as it was that December,

Your voice a little softer, a little slower...

But the peace behind this door? Still the same old magic.

[Pre-Chorus]

Not the presents piling reckless by the stairs,

Just your "I made too much cocoa" and the way you steal my chair.

And the way you’re looking at me...

[Chorus]

Oh, it’s Christmas in the little things,

In the scarf you knit but left half-done,

In the way the cold nips but we don’t run—

Let the blizzard come.

It’s the almost quiet, the almost still,

Just your heartbeat under the hum of the radiator’s drill.

[Bridge]

If love’s a season, then it’s this:

Frost on the glass, your morning kiss,

The way you sneeze at the dust on the ornaments,

The way time don’t matter where this love is spent.

[Final Chorus]

Oh, it’s Christmas in the little things,

In the burnt pie crust, the off-key choir,

In the way the year fades but this fire

Only burns brighter.

It’s the almost quiet, the almost still,

Just us two and the night and the world feels...

Like it’s ours to fill.

[Outro]

Christmas in the little things...

(Your breath on my neck as the church bells ring...)

[Hummed melody—fading like embers...]

[Guitar lingers, then snow.]