Dee-cember Song (12 invites left).

Well, it’s a long, long time

From May to Dee-Cember

But the days grow short

When you pass November

And my empty In Box

Turns my hair to gray.

And I haven’t got time

For the wait list game.

And the mails dwindle down

To a precious few . . .

September . . . Dee-Cember

And these few precious days

I think of you.

These Dee-Cember days

I think of  you.