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Short poem describing the end of the holiday season. |
| Early January 2023{/b} Taking down the holiday tree Putting the ornaments away; The house feels bare, and cold As the falling snow. Season’s festivities are over, Treats are nearly gone; and the pounds Taking residence under winter clothes May stay until June. Woe is the season of short frozen days Let’s hibernate like a squirrel or bunny Hoping to stay warm until Spring sunshine appears. Winter on the northern plains Is not a season for the frail; it Takes hearty bodies and sane minds To greet the days with gladness. |