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Sips of warm water a many
And candles and lanterns alight
The days have become short
But long has been the night
Come December that part of the year
When the wait is on for the sun
Bathing in its warmth in the day
One feels one needs none
Come December, Sweet Williams, Sweet Peas, Pansy, Iceberg
Make way to welcome the chill
Staying away from warm drinks
Is a task uphill
Come December the quilts never leave
And one never leaves the quilt
It's that time when snugly all are engrossed
In the reverie to the hilt
December is a month of cold wind and mist
But warmth in the hearts never goes miss |
