December

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By Joseph D. Herron

 Child of the grand old winter,

December floateth by;

And the ground without is bare and white

As the moon in the cloudless sky.

Marcel Köhler

The wind blows cold and dreary,

Across the whitened plain;

And we see the oaks with their branches bare,

Through the frost on the window pane.

Luca Chiandoni

But within where the yule-log’s burning,

Each heart is happy and gay;

For the loving Prince of earth and Heaven,

Was born on Christmas day.

Mehmet Ali Kaya

Then hail! grand old December,

We welcome you once more!

For the memory sweet of a night you bring,

That came in the days of yore.

Shahin Khalaji

December

By Joseph D. Herron