The Dancing House on a Christmas night

In the town's heart where lights adorn,

Stands a house that's not like the norm.

 

A structure whimsical, alive, and bright,

A dancing dream in the Christmas night.

 

Its curves and angles, a playful sight,

Twirl and sway in the soft moonlight.

 

A waltz of bricks, a tango of beams,

A festive spectacle, beyond all schemes.

 

Windows wink with a merry glee,

Inviting in the wintry spree.

 

Adorned in tinsel, ribbons, and lace,

It wears the season's warm embrace.

 

The chimneys hum with a joyful tune,

As stars above begin to swoon.

 

Each room within, a stage aglow,

With laughter, love, and cheer to bestow.

 

From rooftop high to the basement low,

The Dancing House, in festive show,

Twirls to carols, taps to the beat,

A jubilant rhythm in every street.

 

Snowflakes whirl in a merry trance,

As the house enchants in its joyful dance.

 

It spins and leaps with such finesse,

A celebration none can repress.

At Christmas time, this house so rare,

Becomes a marvel beyond compare.

 

A testament to joy and mirth,

A whimsical wonder of boundless worth.

 

So, let's join hands and gather nearby,

To witness this house that brings such cheer.

 

In its graceful moves, we find delight,

The Dancing House on a Christmas night.