Frostbound Serenade

Beneath December’s velvet veil,

Where twilight whispers an ancient tale,

A flicker of warmth begins to grow—

A spark of love in the frost and snow.

The pine, adorned with jeweled light,

Stands sentinel through the quiet night.

Each branch a cradle of dreams long past,

Each ornament singing, “This moment will last.”

Through frosted glass, the hearth’s embrace

Reflects the glow of a sacred space.

Cinnamon swirls in the tender air,

Binding hearts in memories rare.

Children’s giggles, crisp and sweet,

Chase echoes of snow beneath their feet.

The world, cocooned in winter’s might,

Finds solace in stillness, a pure delight.

Candles flicker, their golden hue,

Painting shadows that softly renew.

In the hush of night, where dreams take flight,

The soul finds peace in love’s soft light.

But home, you see, is not mere stone—

It’s a song in the heart, a bond alone.

It’s the warmth of hands and shared delight,

The gentle fire that thaws the night.

So let this season’s grace impart,

The gift of love in every heart.

For time may fade, but this truth remains:

The light we share breaks all life’s chains.

In the glow of the season, together we shine,

A beacon of hope through the frost's confine.

And as the stars weave their ethereal thread,

We cherish the blessings the year has shed.