The final month that makes a year greets us as we awake
Where tides of tick-tock disappear like ripples on a lake
And makes us take a longer look where leaf-song bursts and fades
And sweeps up youngsters in a book of childhood’s yesterdays
The door that gapes beneath the tolling of a shapeless bell
Invites us through; hearty handshakes always precede farewell
Where ‘hello dear December’ like a twinkle in time’s eye
Is soon snuffed like an ember on a hearth of years gone by
We all start off so small in the Wherewithal of Today
The Hand of time soon draws us all from carefree hours at play
As January soon gives way to June and June to fall
Until we too are stooped and gray that started off so small
Hope lights the candlestick that sits in windows of the soul
Without it we are all quick to lose sight of Goodnight’s Goal
December carves through ages, turns back pages of thin air
Until we find the manger and the Christ-child lying there
© Janet Martin
Found an oldie wee Sing Christmas cassette when I was fall cleaning the other week
Love this song!
And one more brand new song for your listening/worshipping wonder/pleasure
So pretty Janet!
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