Unlike Cinderella at the stroke of midnight,
Thé transformation from ghoul to Sparkly begins.
In goes the pumpkins and out-comes the reindeer,
And that’s when you know the season has arrived.
Finally, all say December is here.
For some, the season means celebration,
Others see it as a reminder that the year is far spent.
Children are gleeful knowing that gifts await,
Under the tree on that merry night.
Finally, all say December is here.
Carols ring through at the turn of the dial…
Oven on hyperdrive as cookies mountains rise.
The stars go in hiding for other colours to shine on.
Wishes for snowflakes sound loud as the sun moves.
Finally, all say December is here.
Pine trees mourn as axes draw near,
Wreaths grace doors with blushing pinecones,
Untangling lights with teeth-gnashing at past self.
A mysterious figure stays watching kids tantrums.
Finally, all say December is here.