In the glow of December's grace, Grandma's smiles light up the place, At ninety, she's the beacon bright, A queen of warmth on this winter night. Her hands, the dance of dough's delight, Bakes love into each cake and bite, Cookies, pies, a feast of lore, From recipes worn and loved before. A friend, a guide, through years she lends, Her strength and courage, never bends, With every tale and wisdom spun, She weaves our hearts, all threads as one. By candlelight, in letters penned, Her cursive flows, its curves transcend, "I love you all," the ink declares, Her words, like gifts, beyond compares. When snowflakes fall and carols ring, Our Grandma’s love is evergreen, A steadfast trunk in winter's fray, Her spirit guides us all the way.