Winter
Though the winter breeze is cold, All the young and old, Gather 'round the big ole tree. While the season is colorful and bright, And filled with lots of light, All the people and their kin, Will meet up once again. When the snow touches the ground, And the lost becomes the found, All the people in the city, Will gather 'round without pity. In the month of December, When the fire turns to cinder, Everyone comes together, And celebrate in the cold cold weather.
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