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