On the first of December, the world softly stirs,  
A whisper of winter in frosted murmurs.  
The dawn breaks gently, a tender embrace,  
Painting the earth with its silvery grace.  

The trees stand quiet in their slumberous coats,  
While frost kisses rivers and laces the boats.  
Each breath in the air feels crisp, divine,  
Like the promise of Christmas, a sacred sign.  

The advent begins, a calendar’s start,  
Each number a gateway to warm every heart.  
Candles are lit, their glow softly gleams,  
Filling the room with yuletide dreams.  

Children awaken with sparkle in eyes,  
Their laughter as bright as December skies.  
Stockings hang ready, the hearth’s golden light,  
Hints of the season's approaching delight.  

The world feels softer, a blanket of peace,  
As worries are quieted, hearts find release.  
On December’s first morning, we look to the skies,  
With gratitude swelling, like a prayer that flies.  

So welcome, December, your wonder unfolds,  
With stories of love and traditions of old.  
Your first day reminds us, as starlight recalls,  
The magic of giving still humbles us all.