Towards Christmas
Now here up North it’s wintertime,
bare earth is raked in this harsh clime
by winds both damp and freezing,
and gales start howling at our door,
we must ensure as ne’er before
it’s warm inside and pleasing.
When days start growing short and grey,
it is an omen to convey
that Christmas is advancing,
then to one’s mind there flashes fast
the memories of times long past,
each childhood joy entrancing.
If this life’s winter holds you fast,
If childhood games refused to last
and each day’s heavy weather,
we must ensure we understand
to live as children, quite unplanned,
and so stay young for ever.
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