December is drifting to a close
Like a movie on a projector
Reaching the end of its reel
Flapping as one possessed by a spectre
*
The winter-ready trees nestling in
For their long, cold nap
Awaiting their blankets of snow
That’ll slow their lifegiving sap
*
The tired-out year willingly
Preparing to lie down to rest
Closing its weary eyes
Nestling into its cozy nest
*
As the year drifts off to sleep
With its layers of snow
A new one begins to stir
With a bag of surprises to sow
*
December closes its eyes
Closing out the old year
January stretches and yawns
Clutching all it holds dear
*
The new year is ready to unfold
Like a movie on a reel
Good or bad, easy or hard
Everyone is given a part of the deal
*
What we make of our lot
Becomes our ordeal
It’s not our time to fight
It's our time to heal
*
Each year, you choose the story
As you go along in life
It’s best to begin each new year
With the promise not to cause strife
*
So, as you watch the old year
Lay down its weary bones
Buckle up, Buttercup, and prepare
For a new year full of dramatic overtones
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