The air is cold, the skies are gray,
The sun feels shy, hides half the day.
Leaves are gone, the trees stand tall,
Winter’s whisper touches all.
Scarves come out, the breeze feels near,
The month of magic starts right here.
Candles glow, and hearts feel light,
December’s charm is pure and bright.
A time to pause, to dream, to see,
The beauty of simplicity.
With every chill, a cozy spark,
December warms the coldest heart.
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