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.
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