Then We Know

As the cold dark rain of November
Turns to a million white stars
Then we begin to remember

That when children race till they are panting
And their laughter is louder and long,
When oranges smell enchanting

And the popping corn tastes more crunchy,
Apples are sweet and cold
And the cedar trees are more bunchy

That grow along the road,
Then we know that Christmas is coming
And our hearts almost explode!