Special Time Of Year. Poem by maria goodison

I have this special time of year, that I adore in every way
from October to January I'm the happiest person in the
world.
The autumn leaves changed their colours, it seem to me that they
make this final display be for they shake and start to fall.
The playful wind that ruffles your hair, is just like children tickling
you.
And don't forget Jack Frost that keep looking for his wife year
after year and the frosty fairies that help him look.
How I love this time of year, how you can intrigue your mind with
the story that got past on around that home made fire.
To having someone to kiss you when the 1st fall of snow appears
to bring good luck for the year.
The Christmas dinner that you wait for with happy, happy smiles
knowing that nothing can beat the quick sneaky spoonfuls of Christmas
pudding, before your mother see you and give that cheeky slap on you
hand.
Boxing Day brings hangovers with 'why did I do that' and
'how the hell did that happen' and most of all the 'I'm not drinking again '
The special feeling that come to us all when we join in and welcome the
New Years with no hate in our harts we love each other, I really do love
this time of year.