When your month comes,
Trees will go up:
Some spruce, fir, pine and even plastic.
They shall be decorated with rainbows of light,
Ranging from gold to red to blue to white.
On your morn,
Presents will be given:
Friend to friend, family to family.
Curious hands feel for a clue;
Before the unwrapping, a guess or two.
During your afternoon,
Mince pies will be shared.
Perhaps a game,
By candle flame.
Come soon, Christmas,
I look forward to you.