On December 6th, the bells softly ring,  
A prelude to Christmas, a joy they bring.  
Saint Nicholas walks through frosty air,  
With kindness and gifts, his hands to share.  

Children’s eyes gleam with a hopeful light,  
As stockings hang ready on this sacred night.  
The scent of spice, of pine, and cheer,  
Fills homes with warmth as the day draws near.  

In every corner, a story unfolds,  
Of treasures not silver, nor gilded in gold,  
But laughter and love, the sweetest refrain,  
That echoes through snow-covered lanes again.  

Candles are lit, their glow spreads wide,  
A beacon of peace, with hearts open wide.  
For December 6th, in its quiet way,  
Hints at the magic of Christmas Day.  

So let us gather, both young and old,  
Around the fire as the tales are told.  
Of Saint Nicholas’ kindness, his legacy dear,  
A symbol of giving to hold through the year.  

Oh, December 6th, you gently remind,  
Of the beauty in giving, in being kind.  
A prelude to Christmas, your spirit does blend,  
With hope everlasting, from beginning to end.  

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