December is Coming

December is coming,
it'll arrive late at night.
While the snow falls sparkling from the sky, while I share a heartfelt conversation with an old friend,
and for some short while, I can play pretend.

December is here, but i'll stay at home instead.
Reading a book just for fun from the comfort of my bed.
With my wee ginger pal purring contentedly on my knee,
my thoughts dare only wander as far as my next cup of tea.

December is in full swing now, I felt it just before midnight.
After a day of joy and bravery comes that familiar melancholic swipe.
Thinking of the days we had planned and the stories we'd have told,
I lie here, resentful, and without console.

December is ending, the sky is so very grey.
I worry someday my memories will fade away. Tonight I'll listen to Counting Crows and honour your superstitions
but please, next year
bring me some new, new years traditions.