An Adare Manor Christmas Story
In the heart of December, at Adare Manor's gates,
A magical season patiently waits.
The halls are adorned with garlands so bright,
Twinkling with wonder, a true Christmas delight.
Rose, a young guest with a heart full of cheer,
Dreamed of a Christmas that snow would appear.
She whispered her wish to the cold winter night,
Hoping for magic, to fill hearts with delight.
The Manor’s team heard her wish in the air,
Determined to sprinkle their love and their care.
"Making magic," they said, "is our holiday art,
One wish at a time, straight from the heart."
By the fire, families sipped hot chocolate so sweet,
Sharing warm stories, their joy was complete.
Under the tree, gifts wrapped with precision,
A promise of moments filled with tradition.
Then up to the rooftop a team member climbed,
With snowflakes in hand, perfectly timed.
Softly he sprinkled the flakes from the skies,
Creating a wonder before Rose’s eyes.
She woke with a gasp, her dream had come true,
The world outside sparkled in a frosty white hue.
"Magic is real!" she joyfully exclaimed,
At Adare Manor, where Christmas is famed.
The Manor stood proud, a beacon of cheer,
Where wishes come true, year after year.
So come, feel the magic, and join in the story,
Of Adare Manor’s Christmas, its splendour, its glory.
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