Season of fresh frost and unadulterated snow,
Season of heavy sleep hanging on the brow,
Season when holly and camellia show,
Season when rabi the farmers sow.
Time starts for Milton, Sinatra, Kipling and Newton,
Edison publicly demonstrated his mini sun,
Curies' romance with radium had begun,
And some had a Tea Party in Boston.
That sanguine Sun seems a blessed relief!
That tree bends down, fruit and leaf.
Deep is the striped squirrel's grief
For trapped is that sneaky thief
Cold are the corals, cold are the sea shells,
And cold is the weather that it foretells.
But high is the spirit, sweet the smells
When time is ripe for "Jingle Bells"!!

