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Robert Lindner
Another December
“Deep in December, it's nice to remember.
Although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember
The fire of September that made us mellow.
Deep in December, our hearts should remember,
And follow. Follow, follow, follow…”
Try to Remember by Tom Jones
From The Fantasticks
Another December,
As the earth turns and November
Ends in a calendar,
Among many that are
Used. There is the lunar
Calendar, which is still used for Easter
And other holidays.
It’s measured from one phase to the same phase,
Like new moon to new moon.
But solar, noon to noon,
Is the earth’s tune and soon
The sun’s year will end with December’s days.
And since it’s the year’s end,
We know the cold December days will send
Us into winter. And
There’s just a little sand
In the glass, as the land
I live in gets cold. So, I’ll have to spend
My time adapting to
My age and cold weather. It’s hard to do,
But life goes on. And I
Go too, as time goes by
For me. So I must try
To get through another December. Who
Knows how many more there
Will be for me to see and breathe the air
Of. That air of winter
That will make me say, “Brrr,”
Will be cold and hinter
Me from the deep breaths that I’ll need to spare
My running nose that blows,
And gets plugged up in a December’s woes,
A December of my
Life and of the year I
Live in. And, as days fly
By, I’m remembering a song that rose
From The Fantasticks, where
They sang “Try to remember.” I was there
In California then,
In San Francisco, when,
In December, again,
Life was so tender with love in the air.
And that love is still here
Because, in December of every year,
Since The Fantasticks were
Sung, we do remember
It, when each December
Comes again. And though the days may be drear,
We’re here, and for the sake
Of life, let’s take this December and make
The most of it. I’ll do
Whatever I can to
Find my way to the new
Year. But December reminds me to “take
It easy, but take it.”
And so I shall. I’ll take what I can, bit
By bit. And though I know
There’ll be December snow
That will follow, and so
I’ll follow, follow, follow, while my wit
Remains to remember
The words to take another December
Into another verse,
Which I’ll write and rehearse,
To, for better or worse,
Cherish love, like when it was “an ember
About to billow,” when
“I was a young and callow fellow.” Then
There was a September,
And then I remember
Another December.
And it’s another December again.
And I’m still here hoping
For another December and coping
With aging memories
Of days that I could seize
While there’s another sneeze
Building in my nose which sends me groping
For another tissue
In another December. That’s not new.
And neither am I, but
I will try to do what
I can till the door’s shut
Now, this December’s the best I can do.
So, happy December!
Its holidays are what we remember.
And we’ll have to laugh, too,
Because that’s what we do,
And sing songs, not too blue,
And remember, when “love was an ember
About to billow” for
You and when your dreams were kept beside your
Pillow. And we’re still here
Remembering that we’re
Here to sing, shout and cheer
For all our teams to keep raising the score.
A HUNDRED MORE!
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