The indolent time of year,
Winding up is a kind of fear.
Fear of being left or fear of being late,
A fear to join the completely new slate.
A little hazy every day,
A little lazy every day.
dipping ownself into the quilts,
quaff extra coffees and tea without any guilts.
children popping in the balaclava or
ladies styling in berets,
Plant the hopes on the bleak,
Get the life visions with reindeer

At least how to deal with winter’s mope,

Gallop with your boots
Stare through the windows’ glass,
Dance with the blizzard and blustery.
let the snows know your skins,
let yourself know the snows better.
Join to bobsled the snow,
go for the late morning brisk walks

Chase the apricity,
cheer the kids with the candy canes,
sing the carol or snug by the fireplace,
see the chimney of your neighbours,
enjoy the savory of their cooking.
it’s Christmas and new year’s Eve,
the year has to be rolled up with memories.
light the candles,
write your wishes on the snowy windows,
and get them imprinted in your heart.
before you bid farewell,
reflect through the year,
the best and worst of you,
and promise yourself to grow,
grow as a person, grow as a soul.
catch you next year,
Not older than today,
but newer than today,
wiser than today.
may the wrinkles of stress fade away,
snows will vanish again,
and you will bath in the sweats,
and the memory of winter gets swiped away.