As we look back to distant September
We never cease to miss the nearing December
October just flies us by
And the same happens to Thanksgiving, and November
We've entered that time
That time in our life
When the world is busy
And everyone can rejoice
We're all busy with our shopping
Not ever realizing
What our special someone may want
Isn't something they're idealizing
No, it isn't the perfect gift
But its what they want
You don't see it
But its right in front of us
Sure, gifts are nice
But they only last so long
But love, love is forever
And it can never go wrong
So now you know
No point to cry
This year, don't panic
For the gift is inside.
