The DJ who's not a DeeJay

For more than three hundred days 
You've been writing the same way 
And now on the verge of turning the leaf 
The last digit is all that makes it unique.

Gift-giving, holiday greetings
Surge of happiness everywhere abounds
Hugs and kisses, laughs and smiles,
If only we were like this all-year round.

a candy cane on our Christmas tree

Keys that don't fit any hole, keys only unlock a melody·

Bunching together side by side 
It doesn't matter if you're tall or wide 
Keep steady, be patient 
And encapsulate a split second moment.

Sniffing to contain, the tears that remain·
The moist that knows behold·
The eyes are dry but squint with might·
For each gush of wind that blows in record time.