Hey December!

Gone are the days of Eleven,
Here are the days of Twelve.
The days are still seven,
Yet, one extra day we will dwell.

Gone is the month thirty days old,
Lost to a month thirteen degrees cold.
Gone is the month where stories are told,
Here's the month where stories are mould.

Gone is the sadness in a month that flew by,
Here is happiness of a month waiting for an end that is nigh.
Jingling bells and Christmas' tells,
Festivity and all-that's-wells.

Cosy blankets and warm hearths,
Homely people and  warm hearts;
Slowly sinking into a past,
One that will forever last.

The clock strikes twelve and the month's counting its days;
The year's packing its bags and tying its lace.
With all the Joy on the present day, and
With euphoria, I shall say,
Farewell, November,
Hello, December!