Like an ancient gate
Flung open
By a mighty gale,
Halloween has passed
And left us gazing upon
The brilliance 
Of the holiday season
Before us.
How I love this time of year!
The crispness of the air,
The growing sense
Of good will
Among neighbors,
And the anticipation
Building
Within children 
Of all ages.
I love every Christmas tree
And menorah,
Every strand
Of twinkling, colorful lights,
And every head bowed 
Before feasts grand
And small.
I never tire
Of the carols
Or the hymns,
Or the endless mugs
Of rich, whipped creamed cocoa
At the end of a day
Of shopping,
And I never tire of the words,
"Peace on Earth,
Goodwill to all."