November 30th

It is November thirtieth today
When time of the day, the skies do betray.
Early it seems when the sun does appear
Through the thin clouds.  And the winter draws near,
Trees lose their green, turn orange, brown and red,
And foreshadow a great big chill ahead.
Family sets up their big fake Christmas tree,
But during this break, in Cali we'll be
Where the skies are bluer, much clearer, too,
A place where good rainfall is way past due.
Christmas music plays on the stereo,
Of young Rudolph, the Reindeer's head honcho,
"Santa Claus," "Holy Night," and "Christmas Song"
As Mother strings small flashing lights along
The worn out tree for many years we've had
'Cause we'd toss out our trees, and I'd get mad.
Little brother is here, playing Fallout three,
Forgetting his elder.  Oh, poor old me.
When I would get something, he would get more,
But all I ask now is Photoshop 4.
Its getting sunny, we've reached fifty-nine
"Perhaps sixty," the weatherman assigned.
Waiting for snow, the weather is too warm,
Its not cold enough for snowflakes to form.
But while I'm away in Cali-forn-I-A,
It will surely snow each winter break day.