Something about December saddens me,
although for many it can warm the heart. A Long December lingers faithfully,
wherein long, ebon nights perform their part.
I do not care if faithfulness holds true
when I am Back to December again.
I would rather bask beneath skies of blue,
or feel a temperate, refreshing rain.
I Can See the Sun in Late December;
there is Orion in the cold of night.
How pleasant is the heat that I remember,
and sunsets that take time to fade from sight.
No Permanent December will I seek;
instead a summer sun can warm my cheek.
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