In winter's grasp, a magic tale unfolds, Where silver snowflakes dance in moonlit gold. Upon the eve when stars their stories sing, Arrives a season crowned as Winter's king.A hush descends, a world adorned in white, As Christmas whispers through the silent night. The air is crisp with dreams wrapped in a bow, A symphony of joy in softest snow.The evergreen, a sentinel of cheer, Its boughs adorned with memories so dear. Candles flicker, casting warmth and grace, In every heart, a smile finds its