On this day of the first December ice,
I quietly whisper my final farewell
to autumn, and admit that winter’s
begun to sneak in. As we put the year
to bed, we ought, I think, send it off
to dream wondrous dreams
by telling it a fine story. Perhaps
a story about a little pine tree
and his adventures preparing
for the great Festival of Light.
Yes. A fine year-end story indeed.
(Stay tuned!)