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Answer:
December
by Joseph D. Herron
Child of the grand old winter,
December floateth by;
And the ground without is bare and white
As the moon in the cloudless sky.
The wind blows cold and dreary,
Across the whitened plain;
And we see the oaks with their branches bare,
Through the frost on the window pane.
But within where the yule-log's burning,
Each heart is happy and gay;
For the loving Prince of earth and Heaven,
Was born on Christmas day.
Then hail! grand old December,
We welcome you once more!
For the memory sweet of a night you bring,
That came in the days of yore.
Explanation:
As the sky turns grey
and the birds fly south
Flakes fall down from the sky
Close your eyes and listen
Feel the the winter coming
When winter arrives
hear the laughs of children
Hear the cracks of ice
Feel the cold touch your skin
Your cheeks go bright red
Hands as cold as ice
But such a wonderful sight
