All the parents of the children of December Have a clutch 'Cause their birthdays are the hardest to remember When you're born on Christmas Or the day
find the extent of all damage they did As April fades into December, it'd do us all good To remember even the dinosaurs couldn't give fate the slip Yes
we all remember, some past December Of tinsel and holly and people we love Put the angel on the tree then enjoy the view Wait until the children are asleep
the first lights of the season When the children have already Buried their heads It's quiet, alone, cobblestone road Waits for the first snow of December
Simple places, children's faces, an ordinary day I never knew that a sky so blue could take me so far away But you were there, without a care, my one
referring to the Jews) "This country is at war with Germany." PRESIDENT WOODROW WILSON (address to Congress 4/2/17, bringing the United States into World War I) "December
find The extent of all damage they did As April fades into December It'd do us all good to remember Even the dinosaurs couldn't give fate the slip Yes
: Simple places, children's faces, an ordinary day I never knew that a sky so blue could take me so far away But you were there, without a care, my one
