QUIET TIME WORD ,,, December, Dear, December ... A Poem By Carla-Rae

DECEMBER Dear DECEMBER 

By Carla-Rae

December, dear, December, 

Brings happiness to remember.

The crispness of fall 

Turns to winter’s brisk call 

The snow starts falling 

While caroler’s are calling.

Fireplaces crackle with a warm, winter, blaze, 

Candles glimmer with shimmering rays. 

Cider simmers in the kettle so sweet, 

Taste buds await the fine, tasty treat.

In from the cold march family, and friends, 

Joyful fellowship, and laughter, hours on end. 

The pillows and bed rolls get thrown on the floor, 

There is too, much snow, for us to head out the door.

As the month moves forward, and days grow shorter, 

The holidays are upon us, and festivities in order. 

In come the trees, the lights, decorations, and glitter, 

We almost forget we are in the middle of winter.

Somehow the cold doesn’t matter so much, 

Oh, the laughter from children, our hearts do touch. 

We listen and see, taste, touch, and feel, 

The Magic of December, a Magic so real.

I offer to you, in December, this thought, 

A message so powerful, it cannot be bought. 

This month brings a season more real than most, 

A season of PEACE, JOY, AND LOVE December does host.

Carry it from here throughout the year, 

This message so strong it ends all fear.

LOVE is the reason December thrives. 

LOVE is the real Magic that keeps us alive.

Indeed, December, Dear, December 

Brings happiness to remember.

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