The Third Day’s Whisper. 

On December’s third, the air is bright,  
With whispers of winter’s coming light.
A gentle calm fills the frosted breeze,
As wonder stirs among the trees.

The world feels poised, as if to say,
“Christmas draws closer, day by day.”
Advent candles softly glow,
Marking the time with a tender show.

A child’s laugh rings, a pure delight,
Echoing hope through the silent night.
And every heart, both young and old,
Feels the warmth of love unfold.

The garlands hung, the wreaths prepared,
Each small act a joy shared.
In homes aglow with tender care,
The spirit of giving fills the air.

On this third day, let kindness reign,
Let the world forget its sorrow and pain.
For December's song has just begun,
And peace awaits for everyone.

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