London wears Christmas softly tonight, Big Ben hums in golden light. Snow-kissed streets, old stories glow, Footsteps slow where memories go. St. Paul’s listens, calm and bright, To whispered prayers in winter white. Bells, roses, letters, time held still, Love wrapped warm on every hill. This page keeps a December dream, Where past and present gently meet. A London Christmas — quiet, kind, Forever folded in the heart and mind.