Shortest days, longest nights = Winter

It whispers through the trees; it whistles, like a soft breath & each rain drop felt like hammers in miniature.
The cold wind blows & goes e natural essence of the rain. It clam me down a little perhaps.
The streets are wet almost every morning, umbrellas are seen everywhere & ppl are in their windbreaker.

It signal that Winter is here and so does the approaching festive season...
Am anticipating X'mas yet I feared upon hearing the tickling sound of the clock.
The secs passes so fast tt I'm reluctant to turn in early every night for another day is gone..just like tt.hah
I woke up, looked into e mirror, forcefully rubbed my eye like corpse looking asking myself : wassup for today ? awww..
Keeping my finger cross, minimize the disappointment toward everyone esp myself...

Could I ask for ..a little luck ?