The smell of pine fills my nose,
my cheeks are as red as a fire engine roaring down the streets.
Yum! The smell of gingerbread alerts my senses,
and the tree stands tall as a soldier dressed up.
Tis' the season of love.
Tis' the season of hope.
Tis' the season of smiles.
Tis' the season of a babe born.
Tis' the Christmas season.
The smell of sunscreen encircles my senses,
the hot, sticky air sticks to me like a roll of tape.
Ahh! The smell of freshly cut grass makes me happy,
and the giggles of kids splashing in cool water makes me happy.
Tis' the season of friends.
Tis' the season of warmth.
Tis' the season of giggles.
Tis' the season of no school.
Tis' the summer season.
Whether the leaves are falling off trees or snowflakes fluttering down,
Tis' the seasons
Tis' the seasons of the world.




