Christmas, with its twinkling lights,
Lit up the Christmas streets
And in the homes lights brightly shone
And children had their treats.
The New Year came with party lights
And bells in churches rang,
And as the clock chimed 12 o’clock,
The human voices sang.
Then shortly after all these things
The lights were put away
And Christmas decorations too
Will in their boxes stay - - -
Until another Christmas comes
And out they’ll come again,
And now, for those in northern spheres,
We’ll face the cold and rain.
But, for the children, what comes next?
Well, feel that wintry breeze
And look what’s coming from the clouds
And nestling on the trees.
Feathery flakes come drifting down
To coat the world below:
And sledges come upon the scene
To welcome in the snow.
Warm hats and coats, warm gloves and scarves
And winter boots appear –
And from the joyful sounds you’ll hear
They’re having fun, that’s clear.
Snowmen arrive and snowballs made.
Look! Footprints in the snow!
The children’s laughter’s clearly heard
Their faces all aglow.
The cold wind blows, the sun has gone,
And still the snow whirls down –
But children don’t think of these things
When winter wears his crown.
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Illustration by Michael Beatham.
Thank you Michael.