In the quiet of December’s gentle sigh,
Where snowflakes dance beneath the silver sky,
A tranquil hush envelops all around,
As dreams of winter softly touch the ground.
The frost-kissed air, a breath of crystal light,
Weaves tales of wonder through the silent night,
While evergreen and holly stand in grace,
The seasonâs spirit mirrored in each face.
Through icy winds and whispers of the past,
December weaves a spell that long will last,
With candlelight that flickers in the dark,
Igniting warmth and hope, a sacred spark.
So let us gather near the hearth’s embrace,
To share the joy that time cannot erase,
For in December’s heart, we find our way,
To cherish love through every winter’s day.