And if for naught else are you thankful, remember:
BE THANKFUL YOU STILL ARE ALIVE IN NOVEMBER!
[Exit November.]
[Enter December.]
December.
There are snowdrifts by the wayside, there is writing on the pane,
Where Jack Frost has left a message about winter come again;
There’s that tingling in the blood and there are sleigh-bells in the air,
There is coasting down the hills, and slipping, sliding, ev’rywhere!
There’s a stocking by the chimney hung on Christmas eve because