Watch your six--and your twelve--at nine

We've made it through the year, at last!
All the pain, the fears, and bliss
Are rightfully now called "the past".
God. What happens to us after this?

Ice and snow at nine

This day of Yule, this longest night,
A silver maiden cuts the gloom
Exposes all, with face so bright
So full and cold, this bitter moon

There will also be music at nine

Because I have a copy,
I thought I would share this:
"The Santaland Diaries"
By David Sedaris

écoute et répète 103

Listen and repeat.

Nuts are parve at nine

This festival of lights
It lasts eight nights
We're now three-fourths through
So I'll play a suite
That should help complete
All these songs I'll play for you

No Christmas songs at nine

The first of December is later tonight
Some cold weather came and then it passed
Tomorrow I'm putting up Christmas lights
But for now playing some of the tunes I've amassed.