The December
The termination, the conclusion,
the tail end of the year.
Strong resolution, dermier decision,
to walk on without any fear.
December, make it a moment to remember,
the month of joy, the month to rejoice.
Whether to have fun or shed tears for the loss,
That's wholly our own choice.
Gladness of Christmas, pleasure of winters.
Celebration, for all that you have done.
Gifts, embellishing, vacations are annexed,
To let the fortune of the year ahead come.
What a real beauty! Red, black, blue.
The colours of the month are added to it.
It perfectly does it's duty,
all that was commenced, are concluded indeed.
The month succeeds, with a better hope.
The hope of growth, the hope of advancement.
Like a caboose, it serves the rest,
We promise ourselves, for the self enhancement.
The last yet the best month.
It's like a rain after a sunny day.
It graiths us for the next level,
the rudiment of the play.
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