When December shows up,
Everything I see is magical.
Feelings I have,
Words I hear right there in my mind,
Back to December time,
With its cool weather,
Things I see,
Only my imagination can support.
The spirit of December is the friendliest of the year.
Don’t you believe it?
Go back to December and witness.
I can be your guide if you wish,
The mood is too pleasant to accept any grief.
December is my favorite time of the year.
I have good and bad memories trapped inside me.
December holds the best of them all.
This, not a lie I swear.
When December comes,
Not because I feel sad.
My joy is hidden in my tears,
Cause I always miss December.
O December! Thou gracious December!
For you, I long every night.
When to my pillow I speak.
The child in me is waving.
Longing for the cool breeze of your spirit.
Come back soon December.
Paterne Freeman Shadowriter
Odes of my Gracious Life
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