January

As the snow begins to fall

Celebrations come from all

A brand new year blows this way

With the sky a shade of grey

But the fireworks change the scene

To red, purple, yellow and green

But once over, what lies ahead

A snowy storm that we all dread

We all wrap up, so warm and cosy

As our cheeks go red and rosy

We all pray for the cold to leave

Except for those with a trick up the sleeve

The End

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