As the mornings grow dark and the air stings with cold

The changes all around us point to the year becoming old

A frost clinging to the ground and a fog hanging in the sky

Leaves fading to brown while the summer blooms die

Days losing time to an ever advancing night

Logs being burned and kindling set alight

But the mood in stark contrast is one of brightness and cheer

For all across the globe people love this time of year

From the first flake of snow to the last words of Auld lang syne

There is simply no escaping the joy of Christmas time