The trempreture drops and the nights are cold <br />It's the very last month and the years grown old. <br />December the month full of laughter and cheer <br />but on the whole has it been a good year, so you <br />open a bottle or drink a glass of beer and hope <br />that the next year runs without fear. <br />December a month for carol singing and the joys <br />of Christmas with bells a ringing. <br />Christmas trees surrounded by presents that <br />are plenty but that question remains strictly <br />elementary.Chrismas is a time for giving, but some <br />of the giving spoils the living. December is a month <br />where we shop untill we dropp and the shopkeepers till <br />never seems to stop. Department stores with early <br />sales, clothes on the floor that have fallen from the rails. <br />Pushing and shoving just to get the best, oh how <br />December puts us to the test. A stressful month that's <br />to be sure, when you try to stop the kids from opening <br />the door of a secret place where you have hidden <br />presents by the score. <br />When December is over the air is clear you can then <br />look forward to a happy new year. Then when the bills <br />come in the panic attacks start, because the new year <br />brings you one stressful overdrarft.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/december-9/
