“Twas the night before Christmas in Bedford Falls”

’Twas the night before Christmas in Bedford Falls town,  
Where Main Street lay dusted in snow’s gentle gown.  
Each lamp softly glimmered, all golden and bright,  
And the old Bailey Building was lit up with light.  

George Bailey sat quietly, dreams in his head,  
While Mary tucked children all snug into bed.  
A bell gently tinkled down by the front door,  
As Zuzu called, “Daddy! My petals!” once more.  

The moon on the river cast silver and glass,  
While Clarence prepared for his tasks soon to pass.  
Old Potter, alone with his greed and his schemes,  
Counted his coins with no thought of his dreams.  

But warmth filled the Bailey home, proud and alive,  
Hope spun from kindness and will to survive.  
From Ernie the cabbie, to Bert with his hat,  
All Bedford Falls wished joy—imagine that!  

Through alley and chapel, through laughter and song,  
The town gathered closely—where hearts all belong.  
“Every time that a bell rings, an angel gets wings!”  
They whispered of wonders and magical things.  

So, if ever you worry your worth is too small,  
Remember what’s precious in dear Bedford Falls:  
How courage and mercy are gifts without price—  
And Christmas brings hope, peace, and love every night.

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