I can’t wrap my head around the fact that another year has practically been pulled from under my feet. I’m feeling a little bit bah humbuggy from yesterday, but it’s starting to thaw. There’s a slight sliver of giddiness in me now that winter is here.
If you search “December” on Tumblr, We Heart It, Google, or any other image producing sight, you’re bound to find scores of pictures that include out of focus Christmas lights, snowy pastoral scenes, cherub faced babies dressed like Santa, and dogs wearing antlers. There are images of steaming mugs of cocoa, of frost covered treetops, and of towers of red-ribboned presents being carried down snow speckled streets by nothing more than a pair of hands and denim clad legs.
It’s December, and aside from the commercialized side of things, I like the images associated with the twelfth month. I like looking at pictures of other people out in the snow while I burrow deeper into my pajamas and wrap my robe a little tighter.
I like the growing potential the new year holds as each day of December presents its best self before becoming “that day when we did that thing that was so fun”.
Oh, and I like egg nog. Mmmm, nog.
December is here and maybe in eleven days, the Mayans will have the last laugh. I hope I get your Christmas card before then.