Dear December

Dear December.
In soft and narrow spaces,
cold and low we hide.
A getaway from the world as we knew it.
The temperature's lower we slowdown the breathing.
Yet we will always survive.
And the memories will abide.
Dear December.
In soft and narrow spaces,
cold and low we hide.
We had our fun on the run but we'll melt in the end.
Let's sleep awhile the memories will abide.
Yes, we will always survive
but now we must say Goodbye.