December
December is a wonderful month to remember
the streets are all covered in snow.
Children in their hats and gloves with visions
of where they want to go.
Simple decorations all lit up with love,
Santa and his rain deer on every roof
top above.
The smell of cinnamon dances in the air with
hopes that Christmas touches everyone, every
where.
The decorated Christmas tree in town square
is shared by everyone who enjoys the Holiday's
cheerful care.
Come all Yea faithful will echo through the night
sending out hopes and dreams to all who loves
the meaning of Christmas and it's true plight.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014
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