December comes, winter is cold, winter

Makes its visit,

Leaves of yesterday are everywhere,

Spread across the land.

The frigid air settles over the

Mountains and lakes,

Frozen ground lies still as it’s

Traveled upon, slowly.

A whistling wind blows between

The trees, through time,

Creating an illusion that nature

Dances under the sky.

Christmas is here as we approach

The end of another year,

An aging world, an aging creation,

Join for this time so special.

Family and friends may share this time

Telling stories around a fire,

Decorating a tree, a kiss under the

Mistletoe, possibly.

So, this is Christmas, a time shared

With that special someone,

Miracles and wishes brought to

Life,

Dreams become real.

Merry Christmas, Keith Garrett