A sphere like a bulb
Yet flat at the bottom

Fill me up
With oil

Fill me up
With water

Fill me up
With glycol

It wouldn't bother...

These are my components
And I wear them well

Inside of me is a scene
That's still

Around the holidays I give people
A thrill

I rest atop of old decor
The most fragile gathering

It certainly helps when I ascend
Off ground
It brings a smile to the
Entire crowd

All I need is just one
Good s h a k e
And my scene will start to
Reanimate

White glitter surrounds
My sphere
And when the dust settles
You will see very clear

That I am December
With presents that glow

Just there
Right behind the snow

But I only come alive
From the upside down

Wondering if thou canst see the details
Impression is there in the text
Lasting smile will haunt thy cheek
Learning the letters of which thou seeketh

Youth will turn in the bitter of days
Ornaments will steal the chest tops
Uncanny resemblance in the frame

My love, how dost thou eyes still sing to me
Arranging my thoughts in abrupting plea
Rarest of beauty and all things lust
Rarer still, mine heart o'er any been touched
Yesternight I made up my mind:
    empty future without
thou in my prime

Meet me on bending knee, with instrument that shines
'Every word unto now, shall be tied to my vow'