In the hush of December’s breath,
When days grow short and nights expand,
The world finds peace in silent rest,
As frost etches dreams upon the land.

Crisp air carries tales of old,
Whispered through the naked trees,
While stars in the velvet sky unfold,
Guiding the night’s serene melodies.

The fire’s glow warms the soul,
As laughter rings within closed walls,
A gentle balm that makes us whole,
While outside, the gentle snow falls.

In December’s gentle embrace,
Time stands still in quiet grace,
A month where hearts find their place,
Amidst the season’s soft embrace.