Here’s a poem called The New Year. It’s part of a play for kids about the months by Marion D. Paine.
The New Year
Snow-wrapped and holly-decked it comes,
To richest and to poorest homes.
Twelve jeweled months all set with days
Of priceless opportunities.
A silver moon, a golden sun,
With diamond stars when day is done;
Over all a sapphire sky
Where pearly clouds go floating by.
Happy New Year!
Mama Lisa
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