"December is comfort. Peel of oranges. Crackling wood. Lighted candles. Red wine. Sometimes rose. Quiet piano. Woolen scarf and thick socks. Getting snow. Dec. care. Attention and thought to the your loved ones. Gifts. Surprises. Meetings. Warm milk with cinnamon. Letters postcards. Expectations. December is sparks and fireworks. Glow in the streets, in the eye." Lights. December is ( equal to ) accounts. Payments by 365 days happen omissions. Everything what we could be but are not. Every unspoken word and gesture late. One phone call that we missed. Journey that did not. Thing that is not accepted. It’s words not said. Dec. promised. Equally old and new. Yes be better. A generous. More grateful. Dreaming more. December is look inward. Nostalgia for childhood. In what we were, what were looking for, what you believe. According tales with happy beginnings, not ends. At tomorrow you still looking and still not enough. December is all in one. Coldest and warmest months. Most crowded and most lonely. Simultaneously end and a new beginning. Forgiveness. December comes and goes like a dream. Each year, wondering when it happened in December. Never know. Universe. Yes, December is happy!