In the quiet embrace of December’s chill,
Where frost dances on windowpanes,
The world dons a cloak of silvery white,
As time slows in its gentle refrain.

The sky, a canvas of softest gray,
Holds the promise of snow’s delicate grace,
While winds hum a lullaby through barren trees,
Whispering secrets in their endless chase.

Fires crackle with warmth and light,
Gathering hearts around their golden glow,
As stories old and dreams anew,
Weave through the night like falling snow.

December’s breath, both fierce and kind,
Wraps the year in a tender embrace,
As we bid farewell to days gone by,
And welcome the future with hope and grace.