The soft whisper of December’s winds,
As leaves fall and daylight dims,
A quiet serenade begins,
In the heart where warmth still clings.

Frosted windows tell a tale,
Of winter’s breath, so pure and pale,
Echoes of a distant hail,
In the stillness, dreams prevail.

Candles flicker in the night,
Shadows dance in soft twilight,
The world wrapped in a blanket white,
A silent reverie takes flight.

December’s secrets softly speak,
In hushed tones, oh so unique,
A month where hearts gently seek,
The magic in each snowy peak.