December Twenty Nine

Six below and white with snow,
December twenty-nine; temp is fine.
Soon to come is New Year's Eve;
celebrate twenty-twenty-two; don't grieve.
Are we sad for twenty-twenty-one to leave?
Not with Covid or hurricane storm;
we'll soon have spring to get us warm.

So, turn our back on regret and mistake,
toward New Year's kiss and angel cake.
Sing a song, "Auld Lang Syne"
Live a new day, "one at a time."
A new way for me--for you.
Celebrate "Twenty-Twenty-Two."