Can it still be my favourite month,

When all I do is remember

The time I was happy and festive

Once, in the month of December?

I think of how it won’t be the same,

How there won’t be cookies and cake;

And, amidst the lights and angel hair,

Will lurk one, shadowy heart break.

I wonder, as this season prevails,

If you let yourself remember,

The love, laughter and kisses we shared,

By the ending of December.

I know the cold will seep in deeper,

It’s the first since you went away;

But just maybe, as the Tree shines bright,

Life shall let smiles in another way.