In these last days of November
I’ve been challenged love to spread
So let me tell of fiery ember,
Christmas trees, and gingerbread.
For when days grow cold and colder
All our hassles come to rest
As a wiser and much older
Spirit comes to be our guest.
And as firs are evergreen
So our love we celebrate
And for once it might be seen
That our hearts can still be great.
Celebrate, but do remember:
Let your love outlive December.
— b.e.fitzgerald (the wants of a restless girl)
— Katelin and Ginny, my better friends.