On December’s fourth, the earth feels still,  
A quiet pause, a hushed goodwill.  
The frost-kissed ground, a silver lace,  
Reflects the heavens’ tranquil grace.  

The morning wakes with a softened hue,  
As the world prepares for joys anew.  
Candles flicker, their flames so shy,  
A gentle glow beneath the sky.  

Through frosted panes, the world seems near,  
A tapestry woven with hope and cheer.  
Each breath of air, a frosty plume,  
Carries whispers of Christmas bloom.  

Hearts grow warmer as days unfold,  
In every story lovingly told.  
From carols sung to letters penned,  
This is the time when hearts can mend.  

So, on this fourth, let love inspire,  
And stoke within the Christmas fire.  
For the season’s spirit, pure and true,  
Lives in the hearts of me and you.