It's that time of the year
when best wishes is all we hear
From all directions come gifts
showing how we do care
Counting the days,
Counting the months,
smiles painted on faces
and indeed that day is come
It's that time of the year
when families unite
and loved ones hold on tight
to memories yet to uphold in galleries.
The old widow smiles
love rekindles in her forsaken heart.
The orphans feel adopted
knowing love is everywhere in the atmosphere
and hell is no excuse.
It's that time of the year
and to you my humble reader
Love is all I see
to welcome another stranger
We'll call new year.