A midsummer’s day sun

Prickling for attention

It’s aggravating rays

Praying for an end to dog days

And when the days grow short

Winter becomes our forte

How strange is it that the cold

Has the power to forge hearts into gold

Comparing your eyes to the the twinklings lights

Keeping you warm through the nights

Holding your gloved hand

Showing you this is grand

Dear, the holidays plus you

Sweeter than anything made of roux

Seeing your smile through candles

A future I’d never wish to mishandle