Poetry of sorts

Eve

The many houses, the many family's in apartments as well.
Hear this for I hope your year ends swell.

Regardless of your Eve,
I hope it turns out okay.
This time could bring you grief,
but I hope this holiday will bring some type of relief.

What could you be doing at this hour?

Could you be laughing and screaming,
as you try to make a treat?
Made from ginger bread and icing,
so sticky but sweet?

Could you be sleeping early,
from being so excited,
for what lies underneath the wrapper,
could make you become overly delighted?

We all have different ways we celebrate,
one of our last holidays of the year.
But who knows?

Not all of our years were filled,
with lasting cheer.
In fact...

A number of us had enormous fear,
for our future of this year.

But maybe tomorrow,
you will granted with a smidge of a smile.

It's not up to me though.
For I don't know.
I don't know you,
nor do you know me.

But I still hope you have a nice Christmas morning,
afternoon and night.
I hope the best for your night, and your family is erased of the years blight.

Have a nice Christmas Eve,
we've finally reached our goal.

We've achieved.

Congratulations everyone.