December 7th, the season’s heart,  
A time when the magic begins to start.  
The world is wrapped in a snowy veil,  
And Christmas whispers in every tale.  

The tree stands tall with lights aglow,  
A promise of warmth through the winter’s snow.  
Ornaments gleam, their colors bright,  
A symbol of joy in the soft starlight.  

The frost etches patterns on windowpanes,  
While carols float through the frosty lanes.  
Each note a wish, each chord a dream,  
Of peace and love in the yuletide stream.  

Families gather with stories to share,  
Of seasons past and the love they bear.  
The fire crackles, the cocoa steams,  
Binding us close in festive dreams.  

Oh, December 7th, your quiet grace,  
Sets the stage for the holidays’ embrace.  
A gentle reminder of what’s to come,  
Of Christmas morn and its endless hum.  

So let us cherish this fleeting time,  
In laughter, in kindness, in bells that chime.  
For December 7th, you softly say,  
“Christmas is near, just days away.”