Fresh Start

The sandwich month is over,
And the man is gonna stay sober
Across the planet for sometimes
As they prepare for up coming festival, sometimes.

The tree blossoms with red,
And as the day fades,
It seems yet captivating behind the yard,
Making environs glad and freshening the lad.

As December knocks the Christmas comes,
And the man truly, truly becomes,
Something with jingles, hallelujah and Carol,
And as always love to live by his own soul.
Copyright:Welkin Siskin