A Time When You Can Fly Without Wings

As I walk down the street on a December day,

I wished the weather were one of May.

But I suppose, the flurries of snow

Was something the wisest person wouldn’t know.

The holiday cheer hung in the air,

It was a time for everyone to care.

Carolers sang songs of joy

To the children with their teddy bear toys.

A time where every wrong deed is forgiven,

A time where near nothing is truly forbidden.

December, a time where thecold stings so

Yet still a time where happiness seems to flow.

December, a time when you can fly without wings

A time when even a gust of wind seems to sing.