That Time Of The Year Poem by John Dadzie

it is that time of the year
the time of the were jiggling bells are the sounds we hear,
the time of the year were there is no single tear,
the time of the year filled with merry making and raising of glasses filled with bear.

the time of the year were crisis are not ours to bear,
the time of the year were everyone around us is dear,
the time of the year were the vail in the church could do nothing but tear,
the time of the year were love is all we share.

it is that time of the year,
we knew it was coming now it is here,
the wonderful time of the year,
let us embrace it with love and care,
cos it is that time of the year.