Month of Glad Tidings
There is beauty to be found in December snow,
drifting upon the wind, where gentle breezes blow.
A month of glad tidings; wreaths of holly and pine.
To memories, we sing farewell in 'Auld Lang Syne.'
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2021
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