Perhaps It's Rather Early...

The most wonderful time of the year,
Or so that's what they say.
A time where all share happiness,
Me, I count down the days.

No longer a child, though still long for the day,
When the jolly St. Nick will come flying my way.

Cinnamon scents and gold lighting around,
Although it's unlikely, perhaps snow on the ground.

Those songs that mean so much to us,
The lyrics coming back.
Warm socks for our cold toesies and gifts in Santa's sack.

But perhaps it's rather early,
Sixty days to be precise.
But I've got my festive spirit on!
And my Santa tracking device.

by vera©