December, here you are again.
It takes 11 months to see you
But when you're here I seldom feel you.
I am full of you yet cannot fully enjoy you
December, my own December
In any month of the year
When me and my love ones are together.
Making memories that last forever.
December is much anticipated
For those who will have it in bounty
But to those who live their lives empty
It is the scariest month ever to be.
December is the birthmonth of Jesus
But to ourselves the celebration is focus
What gifts for others and what gifts for me?
What will make us happy is always the query.
December, is there any sense in December?
When its very essence is a goner
December, my own December
Where Jesus is celebrated and love will never falter.
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