The special days in December,my tree with lots of red and a dashes of gold.The cakes that we baked and tasted and the teas that we enjoyed.The last few days of December hanging out near Our Christmas tree..It is still not packed:)-
"December days pass my way
Dawn meets dusk when i get up
Snowy streets under my feet
The street lamp's glow
Its the only sun I know
I dont even recall
The smell of summer
Pictures on my wall wont bring me
That smell of summer
December days I'm betrayed
Santa claus never came
I made my wishes
I was so good
But i never really Understood
That smell of Summer
December
December
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