December

December is a time when all
From babes just managing to crawl
To those whose hair has long been grey
Can go to something every day.
Pantomimes are everywhere,
performed with all the usual flair,
Cinderella, Puss in Boots,
The sort of thing that soon refutes
The idea that no-one want to go
To see what's really a children's show.
Carols have an honoured place
And very often form the base
Of concerts where the venues ring
With joyful sounds as people sing.
And then a lot of churches run
A carol service which is fun,
With loads of readings and carols too,
Sung by all, not just the few.
Skating rinks too now appear,
Their icy surfaces hard and clear
Where every one can try their hand
At joining the expert skaters' band.
Then there are the Christmas fairs,
Based in halls or market squares,
All with lots of things to buy
Arranged to catch the shopper's eye.
Also there are Christmas lights
Twinkling through the days and nights
Hung in shops on looped round trees,
Sometimes moving in the breeze.
There's always so much going on,
December is so quickly gone,
And dreary January arrives
With little to brighten people's lives