The Kingdom in the Corner, a new Christmas song for 2025.
**[Verse 1]**
The floorboards groan beneath a careful tread
As shadows stretch and slip away from bed
The house is held in winter’s quiet thrall
Save for the muffled whispers in the hall
With held-back breath and toes that barely graze
The chilly wood, they move through morning haze.
**[Pre-Chorus]**
Down the stairs where silver moonlight slept
A secret path is carved where magic crept
Then—the scent of pine, a sharp and sudden sweet
And the velvet pull of carpet ‘neath their feet.
**[Chorus]**
They turn the corner, frozen at the sight
A world transformed by small, electric light
The tree stands tall, a guard in emerald green
With tinsel dripping like a frozen stream
No longer just a corner of the room
But a kingdom born in winter’s early bloom.
**[Verse 2]**
And there, in heaps of crimson, gold, and blue
Are dreams made real, and every promise true
Ribbons curled like woodsmoke on the floor
Boxes hinting at the wonders kept in store
Tags with names in handwriting they know
Dusted with the glitter’s faux-light snow.
**[Bridge]**
There is a hush before the paper tears
A holy pause within the living room chairs
It’s the warmth of cocoa and the radiator’s hum
The heart-beat thrill of knowing that the Day has come.
**[Chorus]**
They turn the corner, frozen at the sight
A world transformed by small, electric light
The tree stands tall, a guard in emerald green
With tinsel dripping like a frozen stream
No longer just a corner of the room
But a kingdom born in winter’s early bloom.
**[Outro]**
Before the noise, before the sun breaks through
The world is soft, and ancient, and brand new
(Softly) Ancient… and brand new.
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 