'tis the season for shimmies card metal ornament

'Tis the season for shimmies, so it seems, Where twinkling lights mingle with belly dance dreams. In the frosty air, beneath the starry gleam, Hips sway to rhythms, a mesmerizing stream. Amidst the joy of the Christmas glow, Dancers adorn with sequins aglow, Graceful movements tell stories untold, Their artistry a tale of legends, so bold. Drums echo softly in the winter night, As veils twirl gracefully, a stunning sight. Chiming bells and melodies unite, With each gyration, hearts take flight. Their costumes, a canvas of festive hue, Embrace the magic, old and new. A fusion of cultures, a harmony true, Dancing spirits intertwine in view. Beneath the tree, adorned in cheer, Belly dancers bring a charm so clear, Their elegant moves, both far and near, A holiday delight, a treasure to endear. So 'tis the season for shimmies and more, Where Christmas joy meets dance floor, With every sway, a tale to explore, Belly dancers enchant, forever to adore.