“The Mug That Rode December”

Out on a cedar tabletop, beneath a winter sky, Sat a mug from distant Brazil, where seasons never die. But this one bore a frosted dream, with wreaths and golden light, A home aglow with holiday cheer, on many a snowy night.

Its handle curled like reindeer tracks, its message loud and clear— "Home for the Holidays", it sang, in warm and festive cheer. No cocoa dared to spill its soul without a quiet nod, To simpler days and starlit nights and pathways we once trod.

So sip, dear heart, and feel the flame that flickers in your chest— This mug’s not just for sipping, but for stirring up your best.