We're just seeing the final fiery flourish of autumn's second wind. All too soon the branches will be bare and ready to recieve the snows of winter.
We're just seeing the final fiery flourish of autumn's second wind. All too soon the branches will be bare and ready to recieve the snows of winter.
So let the raucous sleigh bells jingle,
Hail our dear old friend kris kringle,
Driving his reindeer across the sky.
Don't stand underneath when they fly by.