Season Transformed

Hetching towards the season of goodwill Horse chestnut's roasting on an open grill Where nights draw in before the children reach home And the vision of crystalized frost on a backyard lawn Hats and scarfs are the order of the day And the sub zero temperatures causes dismay But the tranquil retreat of a log burning stove Warms the cockels of a man that craves his aboard Slumped in the armchair with hot beverage in hand I gaze through the window feeling ever so grand But my thoughts move swiftly towards the homeless on the streets Who during this time will be desperate for sheets So as the landscape transforms on its journey to winter I can see a little robin red breast perched by my window The wildlife works frantically as the leaves hit the ground And the north swirlling wind makes a sound thats profound Be thankful for this time for its pleasing on the eye Where green turns to brown and the grey coated sky And the Salvation Army break out in angelic chorus As i ponder over christmas gifts and buying that theasurus!