On a snowy winter’s day, tucked away in grandma’s drawer,

A pair of mittens, soft and bright, I’d never seen before.

She said, “They’re special, stitched with love, and just a hint of cheer—

When you wear these magic mittens, holiday magic will appear.”

They’re soft and cozy, red and white, with sparkles in each thread,

They bring a warmth so pure and kind, like a hug from love’s own bed.

Magic mittens, warm and true,

Sprinkling kindness all they do.

With every touch, a spark, a glow,

Bringing joy where’er you go!

When the world is cold and grey,

They bring warmth in every way.

Magic mittens, stitched with care,

Spreading love from here to there.

I slipped them on, and to my surprise, the mittens gave a shine,

They warmed my heart and filled my soul with joy so pure, divine.

Every hug felt extra sweet, each handshake left a glow,

They spread a bit of kindness, like soft snowflakes in the snow.

I shared a smile, a helping hand, and watched the magic grow,

From mittened hands to friends I met, a warmth began to flow.

Magic mittens, warm and true,

Sprinkling kindness all they do.

With every touch, a spark, a glow,

Bringing joy where’er you go!

When the world is cold and grey,

They bring warmth in every way.

Magic mittens, stitched with care,

Spreading love from here to there.