I gaze upon the calendar
and see it filling up with cheer;
trimming trees and carolling
and ringing in a brand new year.
It seems that when the days grow short
hardy northerners embark
on merriment and shining lights
that celebrate the early dark.
The days are shorter, that is true.
Some days we never see the sun.
but if the days seem short it’s ‘cause
the nights are filled with festive fun.