First Monday In December Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

This first Monday in December,
Comes with a beauty none like I can remember.

The Sun so bright in a cloudless sky.
Air clean and fresh...
A gift that surprises.
The first day of the month,
Beginning on the first day of a work week.
After spending a joyous festive Thanksgiving,
With family and friends and having fun!
What a gift!

What a joy it is to witness this.
I couldn't wish for anything better,
On my Christmas list.

This first Monday in December,
Seems more like Spring.
With birds chirping,
And barren trees without their leaves.
Reminds me of something quite surrealistic.
And free of falling snow,
New Englanders have come to know.

This first Monday in December,
Comes with a beauty none like I can remember.
And I fill with so much gladness,
I can't explain!
Nor do I wish to complain,
About this visit that delivers!