I Dreamed it Was December

I Dreamed it Was December by Kenn Nesbitt

I dreamed it was December
and the trees were draped in snow,
that Christmas would be coming;
just a few more weeks to go.

I dreamed we’d have a holiday,
a festive winter break.
We’d give each other presents
and we’d feast on pie and cake.

I dreamed we’d decorate the house
to celebrate the Yule.
And, best of all, we’d get
a little time away from school.

I dreamed I’d make a snowman
and go sliding on my sled.
But then I heard my mother saying,
“Wake up sleepyhead.”

I dreamed it was December
and would soon be New Year’s Day.
It stinks to have that dream
and then find out it’s only May.