Written for
day_by_drabble Midwinter Challenge.
Prompt: deep
It's not often that he is surprised, but after two days hiding in Molly's flat he has learned an amazing fact.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Although you know the snow will follow.
She sings.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Without a hurt the heart is hollow.
Alto: a soft voice with a bit of training (probably in a school or church choir; she was taught to blend with the group, not stand out).
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
The fire of September that made us mellow.
The over all effect is surprisingly pleasant.
Deep in December, our hearts should remember
And follow.
After all, now that he's dead it's only right that he should hear an angel singing.