Stuck In December Poem by Kayla Bryant

Stuck In December



The snow falls and melts away,
with no rhyme or reason.
January comes and skies fade to grey,
But I'm still stuck in the Christmas season.
No matter how long the sun stays out,
it's still snowing.
Inside my head, without a doubt.
The lights are still glowing.
Once again,
I'm stuck in December.

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