December

December comes in lustily On whirling winds of joy, Bringing from corners of the world, Dreams of the ultimate toy. For each of us is a child at heart During this magical phase, We each believe in Santa Claus These anticipatory days. The coniferous trees are fruiting With twinkling lights galore And every house upon the street Wears a wreath upon the door. What is is about December, Like no other month of the year That makes us love one another And fills our hearts with cheer? Hot chocolate for the carolers And cookies for our neighbor. We're in a baking frenzy And we call it blissful labor. We're sending packages of love From here to Timbuktu. No Scrooges are to be allowed 'Til January bills come true.