November rushes out and leaves begin to fall The lawn is covered with Summer's best... Reds, yellows, browns and gold....the dying remnants of trees
December sneaks up on you and forces you indoors From the hot, sweaty days of September.... To the cooling afternoons of October...... And the chilling of November.............. To the fires of winter....................
The wood was stacked months ago in prepartion for the cold And the fireplace was cleaned of last year's leftover ashes Thanksgiving passes and football lingers But the colours of December begin to emerge
Lights begin to shine among the homes Inside and out Candles are freed from their many months of storage And the wreaths of the season emerge
And then the fairies begin to spread their magic over the house Trinkets of many years of memories arrive and are placed on an indoor tree Ribbons of red and gold are laid And festive food fragrances smother the house
Cookies and candies, not seen in those other 11 months Arrive on the counters and tables Spices reserved for December are pulled from their shelves And find their way to the necessities of Christmas
It's Christmas Time in East Tennessee And its magical hold never fails It's a Change of Season And a welcome Change it is