Mackenzie Pence, Assistant Editor

Brisk wind and freezing air,

Snowflakes falling into my hair.

Time with family and good food too,

Finding joy in whatever you do.

Warm boots and fuzzy gloves,

French hens and turtle doves.

Christmas trees and gifts galore,

Singing carols ‘til our throats are sore!

Santa Claus and his elves in tights,

Peaceful mornings and silent nights.

Three wise men and a very young mother,

A baby boy in a dirty manger.

For as long as I could even remember,

I’ve always loved the month of December.