November is a month of fire,With flames of laughter reaching higherThroughout the month, from day to day,Banishing the charcoal greyOf moody skies and fog and rainIn preparation, once again,For something more; for families,For friends and tinsel, bells and trees.So, as the frost begins to biteAnd the days slip into night,Remember laughter, warmth and flameAnd stoke …