In the twelfth month, on the twenty-third day,
A time of joy and warmth, in December's sway.
But now it's time to bid our memories adieu,
To let them go, though it makes us feel blue.

Twenty-three gifts, like treasures we've held tight,
Each one a reminder of moments shining bright.
But as the last day dawns, bittersweet and near,
We gather strength, for the future is clear.

The Best memories we cling to, with a heavy heart,
Knowing it's time to part, though...