It's December

You're almost too jolly,

almost too cold—

almost too beautiful;

But I adore you just the perfect amount.

It's December again

And I've never longed for more.

It is winter yet again 

And my heart has never felt warmer before.

The darkness is almost too comforting

The white is perfectly numbing;

We are here at December again

I think I might just fit in.

A long funeral of yet another year —

empty words, pretty lights

almost too merry, almost too bright.

We made it to December again

I think I found my elements alright.

What is in this endless winter

I wonder,

that just feels so right?

Perhaps it's hope on year's tragedy

almost too cheery, almost too teary.

It is cold outside

It might just be as I remember.

almost too live, almost too tender —

Like a solitary rose in the midst of December.