In the stillness of December’s night,
Whispers of winter softly ignite,
The stars above, a glittering sight,
Guiding dreams with their gentle light.

Snowflakes dance in the chilly air,
Each one unique, beyond compare,
Blanketing earth with a tender care,
A silent promise, pure and rare.

Fireside warmth, stories unfold,
Of days gone by, memories bold,
Hearts find comfort, hands to hold,
In December’s magic, tales retold.

As the year draws to its quiet close,
A time to reflect, to mend, to compose,
December’s whispers, the soul knows,
In winter’s embrace, love grows.