As soon as the trees begin to grow bare
The air enhancing its frosted coat
The sky howling its icy tears
And the scent of pine at our throats
All will discern of one final thought:
Why, its the holiday season, let us omit our distraught.
However one shall commemorate is completely their liberty,
For all the significance lies in their hearts and creativity.
So whenever it may appear a dull moment during this exuberant time of year
Let it be memorialized of the kinship of those all around
For this festive condition is not solely about the gifts and little responsibility,
But about the prosperity lying in those around us and in ourselves.