December,
my December…
You are my marriage,
and my divorce.
You are what I cherish,
and what I remorse.
You are when I perish,
and my discourse.
You are the giving,
and the receiving.
You are the singing,
and the believing.
You are the time to remember,
and to forget.
You are the season of gratefulness,
and of regret.
You are the accomplishments,
and the failures.
You are the unfulfilled wishes,
and the hopes.
You are the laughter of the children,
and the HO HO HOs.
You are the gifts under Christmas trees,
and the kisses under the mistletoes.
You are the hot chocolates around the dancing flames,
and the gingerbread men running from the crispy snowflakes.
You are the star shining bright,
in the silent night.
You are the holy spirit,
You are the faith,
You are the last month of the year,
that we all await…
