As greens turn to reds
And reds turn to browns
The skies fall white
And frigid air roams round
As strolls become brisk walks
As heat begins to squander
Conversations: quick hello’s
The cold won’t allow chatter
For cheer we give thanks
We hang lights; then share gifts
Fly on planes to receive warmth
From our loved ones we missed
Await the clock to strike twelve
Jeer and give cheers
What better is there to do?
Then to be with your partner in life, as the cold weather concludes.
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