Last year’s lights still twinkle hope for days upcoming.

But, how will their spirit last up through holiday’s reprise?

Jan’s number prompts persons to choose their own inchoations worthy of a day one.

Yet, hearts ache to rewind a week rather than embrace the one on the horize.

Chicken Licken hides amidst the branches’ baubles, basking in the security of gemütlichkeit.

Though, the presence of warmthfulness will be packed in spite of clucks that pout.

Few fly fearless right after hatch or after days have begun to see their comforts dim.

Still, the season of hope gives ever-peace when selves become the guilded trees sung about—so, carpe diem regardless of any ephemeral doubt. ; )