For as long as I can remember,
There's never been a wonder such as December.
The time where everything seems to happen together,
And all of those walks in the freezing cold weather.

The time of celebration begins as Christ was born,
Or awaiting the new year as the old one is torn.
Where friends get together and make new memories,
And they all share so much of the same energies.

The time where many sit and live out their days,
They feel as they will never make it through the haze.
Where cold storms blow and cause destruction,
For many it will be the ultimate corruption.

What it really is though is much more than this,
It can be a source of sorrow or bliss.
The winding hours of your year,
Will they be spent in more tears?