We all hope for a white Christmas but once it's over we start yearning for warmer weather. People are never really satisfied.
Christmas time has come and gone, T'was all we hoped t'would be. I sit here musing by the fire, As the wind blows through the eaves. I dream of lazy summer days, And fields of wild flowers; Babbling brooks and hidden nooks, Taking shelter from the showers. I dream of cool yet balmy nights, Spent in the garden swing, Listening to the night sounds, And loving everything. The fire flies that flit about, In and out of foliage, Moistened by the evening dew, As they make their evening voyage. I long for summer evenings, But for now I'm satisfied, To look out on snowy meadows, And the pristine country side.
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