Author’s Note
These poems were originally written last December, (polished recently) inspired by the quiet magic, longing, and devotion that the season brings. They are not about presents, decorations, or snow—but about the ways we hold someone in our heart, wish for their happiness, and cherish the moments that make life feel alive.
Each piece is a reflection of care, yearning, and the small miracles we find in connection.
— Rowan Evans
Christmas Devotion: Four Winter Love Poems by Rowan Evans
Dear Santa
Poetry by Rowan Evans
Dear Santa,
I ask for little this year—
just her happiness, wrapped in light,
a genuine smile to chase away the shadows
that cloud her mornings.
I wish for her heart to be at ease,
for the weight to lift,
like snowflakes melting in spring’s first breath,
for every breath she takes
to feel lighter,
every moment she lives
to be worth more than gold.
I don’t need anything for myself—
nothing for me,
no ribbons or bows,
just give her everything she could ever dream,
every joy,
every wish fulfilled
with the grace of starlight.
For she is my world,
though she may never know
the depths of how much she means—
I’ll be there,
steadfast and true,
until the end,
if she’ll have me.
And maybe, just maybe,
leave me beneath her tree,
so I might be the reason for her smile this season—
the warmth beneath her winter,
the spark that lights her soul.
Yours, in silent devotion,
Rowan
Another Letter to Santa
Poetry by Rowan Evans
Dear Santa,
I wrote with care,
not for toys or treasures rare,
but for her smile, so warm and bright,
to light her world on Christmas night.
I asked for joy to fill her days,
for peace to guide her gentle ways.
For every wish she dares to dream,
to come alive like a starlit gleam.
She deserves the very best,
a love that soars, a heart at rest.
So I penned my list with her in mind,
hoping your magic would be kind.
And then, with courage, I did plea,
“Santa, could you leave me under her tree?
Wrap me in ribbons, tied with care,
so I could be the gift waiting there.”
For all I want this Christmas Eve,
is to hold her close, to make her believe,
that love is a gift, steady and true,
and all I wish for… is to give it to her.
Christmas Magic
Poetry by Rowan Evans
I’m searching for the magic, the season’s glow,
the joy, the wonder I used to know.
Once, Christmas sparkled, a brilliant light,
but now it feels distant, out of sight.
I long for that spirit, for warmth and cheer,
to feel the magic, to know it’s near.
But it slips through my fingers, each passing year,
and I can’t help but wonder, why it disappears.
The closest I’ve come, the moment so true,
was when I met you, and it all felt new.
Suddenly, it was easy, my smile found its place,
joy rushed in, lighting up my face.
In your presence, I felt the shift,
the weight of the world began to lift.
You gave me back that light I’d lost,
without even knowing the cost.
You opened my eyes, made me see,
that the magic I longed for was inside of me.
It wasn’t the holidays, or the gifts we give—
it was you, who set me free.
Under the Mistletoe
Poetry by Rowan Evans
Meet me there, beneath the green and white,
where winter whispers and hearts ignite.
A sprig of magic hung above,
a symbol of fate, a kiss of love.
Let our worlds entwine, two threads in a weave,
a story unfolding on this frosted eve.
I’ll become yours, and you’ll become mine,
our souls aligning, frozen in time.
The crowd fades away, a blur of the cold,
it’s only us now, a tale to be told.
Eyes locked in silence, a spark starts to grow,
a fire kindled under the mistletoe.
Take my hands, let your fingers trace,
the contours of love etched on my face.
Kiss me slow, with the world standing still,
a moment suspended, a wish fulfilled.
No one else matters, they’re shadows at best,
for here, with you, my heart finds its rest.
So meet me there, where our hearts will know,
the magic that lives under the mistletoe.
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