December First,
you sit inside the plane
— a guest
a V.I.P. so cool, so breezy
everyone has been waiting for

To see, to feel, to experience
your smile and and all your grandeur,
     the sparkling clothes
     with the matching high heels
     and your elegant make-up

Oh *December First
You are the galaxies
— that hold the precious stars
the gift of light, of joy
everyone has been longing for

We groom ourselves
and bring out the treasures,
      the pennies we've worked so hard for
We grab our cameras and rush
Parade our way to where you land
Our eager eyes and reopened hearts
are now ready for all your surprise

Amuse us, make us drunk in love
We'll take a shot of you
Come so fast, so grand, so—
*touch down
—whoa!

Oh dear December First,
So you arrive at last!