December wind has flung its gathered chills
Beyond the swooping sleds on winter hills
And sent the red scarves whipping frosty air
Around the throats of laughter sounding there.
Now twilight tastes of snow that's coming soon,
And chimney smoke curls toward a coin of moon;
Inside, the gift of warmth, hot chocolate calls,
With plates of homemade cookies shared by all.
Candles at the windows welcome friends
Who stop to chat before the season ends;
The mailbox fills as Christmas Day appears,
With messages that bridge the miles and years;
And wonder lights the stars throughout the skies
For children holding Christmas in their eyes.
It's to December memories belong-
Whose windy usic writes a timeless song.