A drop in the air, and a brisking wind
Sweaters surround us and people are twinned
A dragon-like breath collectively fills the skies
Red Rudolph noses and bright glassy eyes
Fires ignite and hot drinks are Brewin
New Hallmark movies on for the folks to put their review in
The soft knitted sweaters finally get to see the light of day
Stars, figures, and glittering balls are put on display
However, those are just some hints that our friend Jack is near
For we also wait with crippling fear
When we drive and slightly lose control
Maybe this year we truly deserved coal
The ice is so cold our fingers turn blue
Though there is one thing we know to be true
No matter how cold this season could be
Peoples hearts grow with enormous glee
So tis the season and all of that jargon
Keep the Heralds hollering and Harkin
Ho… Ho… Ho