(Calls out without rising.)
Ah, here’s my youngest brother come at last:
Come in, December.
(He opens the door and enters, loaded with evergreens in berry, etc.)
Come in and shut the door,
For now it’s snowing fast;
It snows, and will snow more and more;
Don’t let it drift in on the floor.
But you, you’re all aglow; how can you be
Rosy and warm and smiling in the cold.