Cookies!

Back from a December run
Was windy, cold, minus any sun
At least the roads were dry
Preventing any slip-sliding cry.

Now outside our main side door
An aroma thrills my whole core
The wife’s baking Christmas cookies
The perfect size for road rookies.

These cookies are not a massive size
“Ya” know, a whole meal is the prize
The baked cookies are sorta small
Yet eating several means no fall.

Of course, one can’t eat all of them
Or the next run earns a huge ahem
As the sugar-loaded runner trots
Slowly, with a stomach in knots.

Portion control is always road wise
Eating all at once means a bigger size
So, we continue our December run
And soon after, cookie tales are spun.

 December 2019

December brings Christmas lights
With days of viewing delights
We run near Christmas displays
That rival the sun’s mighty rays.

Running in December’s dark
Is not always a friendly lark
Cold darkness robs our soul
And wet snow adds to the toll.

Christmas lights illuminate our way
So soothing on a December day
When folks add Christmas tunes
We smile like wealthy tycoons.

Each December day we move along
Accompanied by a Christmas song
Soon we reach the year 2019 end
And bid adieu to this old friend.

December’s weather is a toss-up
Drifting snows will quickly interrupt
Yet lately we find balmy weather
Sweeping across the local heather.

Christmas Lights

December brings Christmas lights
With days of viewing delights
We run near Christmas displays
That rival the sun’s mighty rays.

Running in December’s dark
Is not always a friendly lark
Cold darkness robs our soul
And wet snow adds to the toll.

Christmas lights illuminate our way
So soothing on a December day
When folks add Christmas tunes
We smile like wealthy tycoons.

Daylight hours may appear short
But Christmas lights help our sport
Many group runs check these sights
Viewing and oohing on road flights.

Yet, each season lasts just so long
Soon, that Old Auld Lang Syne song
Will echo before the New Year dawn
Meaning it’s time again to run on.