I have Twelve ways

 broken by the elves

Months

    I saw the empty circle

  And the felt hat

Long ago

 Now it's a dream

I climbed to the very top of a swaying 

Tree 

And then I climbed down

And my hands were covered in sap

Sticky and smelly

I read a book about

  A man who played pins

And drank cider

  And awoke 60 years later