#327 Beneath The December Moon Poem by Jimmie Arrington

#327 Beneath The December Moon



The night is so much colder now,
Summer stayed far too long.
Autumn left naked every bough,
And the breeze sings winter’s song.

It’s here, the time has come again,
The chimneys are puffing smoke.
Street lamps are dressed like candy canes,
And houses are lit below night’s cloak.

So grab your cherished Star Wars mug,
My Beatles mug is ready to go.
Don your scarf and tie it snug,
It feels cold enough to snow.

The cocoa will be ready soon,
Then we’ll fill our mugs to the top
And sit beneath the December moon
To enjoy every single last drop.

So out the door, now let’s take a seat,
With our mugs of Christmas cheer,
Right here in the middle of the street;
Just like we do every year.

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Jimmie Arrington

Jimmie Arrington

Phoenix, Arizona
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