In the quiet hush of December’s eve,
A gentle whisper of hope begins to weave.
Through the shadows and the cold, it softly grows,
A beacon of light where the spirit knows.

Stars in the sky hold stories untold,
Of a promise ancient, in hearts enfold.
Candles flicker with warmth and grace,
Illuminating the way, a sacred space.

Each dawn brings whispers of joy to find,
In the waiting, a peace that binds.
Anticipation fills the air, sweet and pure,
In every heart, a love to endure.

As the world pauses in patient breath,
We gather the moments, defying death.
For in the waiting, a truth is born,
A light eternal, never to be torn.