On the second day of December's chill,  
The world grows quiet, the nights grow still.  
The frost paints lace on the windowpane,  
As stars awaken to guide again.  

The hearth glows soft with ember's light,  
A beacon of warmth in the velvet night.  
Pine scents linger, a promise near,  
That Christmas magic will soon appear.  

Children dream of a snowy morn,  
Of laughter and gifts yet to be born.  
While hearts grow tender, hopes take flight,  
Beneath the twinkling winter night.  

In every act of love, each gentle deed,  
The spirit of Christmas plants its seed.  
For December’s early days remind,  
Of kindness shared, of hearts aligned.  

So cherish this day, though it’s just the start,  
Of a season meant to fill each heart.  
For the second of December softly sings,  
Of joy, of hope, of wondrous things. 

🎄🎄🎄