Dry airs are your best emissaries
They send fine dust flying into our eyes,
And some minute debris thru the window curtains
Heralding your descent, welcome O December!
By the corner, under the trees shed
We gather to feel your fresh breeze,
Feeling the tree leaves dance happily
Tumbling they went, falling with joy
The sun is hot, but the breeze mild
The sands loose, but our foot firm
The birds sing like always,
They fly away in the evenings
And then the aging clouds,
And traveling sun set says it all
Welcome O December, welcome!