When the bells of time
Ring out their wintry call
It brings a slow, nostalgia sleep
To the spellbinding charms of fall.

Soon we thrive in a sensuous relief,
From the sights and smells
Of piney garland, or,
A festive, colorful wreath.

Expectancy’s enchanting scent
Seeps deep into our veins,
Stirring the pure love of giving
Like a steady refreshing rain.

By the glamour of tinsel,
Hopeless allure of fudge,
Nectar of eggnog,or,
Some other tempting sugary nudge,

One utterly surrenders
To the pure balm of the season
Having found a new breath of joy
Which soon possesses one’s sense of reason.

Peace swells in the glories
Of this holiday hearth
As we totally wrap ourselves
In the appealing warmth of December’s scarf