In December, it’s hot.
There are still wreaths up.
In December, it’s hot.
We still listen to jazzy Christmas carols.
In December, it’s hot.
So we eat jambalaya instead of gumbo for Christmas.
In December it’s hot.
But we still drink hot chocolate.
In December it’s hot.
But we wear our Christmas sweaters anyway.
In December it’s hot.
But we pretend that it’s cold.
Molly, age 15