The Magic in the Mess

The party's over, the guests are gone, and only echoes of laughter remain.

It's a beautiful disaster, a floor covered in the joy of the night.

There's a certain magic in the mess, isn't there? Every sticky glass

tells a story of a toast shared with friends. The house feels bigger now.

A little too quiet, perhaps. But the warmth of the memories

stays long after the tinsel is gone. Until next year, my loves.

Sleep well.