As the brown leaves shed; as the animals hibernate; as the earth turns white, it marks the beginning. The beginning of the month awaited, the month cherished, the frolic month.
Sunlight rarely seen. In the numbing cold as we look up to the heaven, sunlight seems kisses from the one above. Loved ones cuddle down the chest for hopes of warmth and comfort. Burnt dreams are up from chimneys with the hopes of new dreams to be made.
The chime of bells unites all folks together for love is what is preached by the angel God. Socks are under the pillows in the desire of receiving blessings from the archangel. Miracles happen with the rebirth of God itself.
For the month falls; hopes rise for a new birth, a new beginning, a new future with a vibrant new year.
Confessions, confessions. Truth at last after the entire year full of bungles and botches.
It’s not February. But the desire for gifts and chocolates from the loved ones are still there deep down our hearts. Because baby, love is in the air of this month.
It’s the month for friendship, it’s the month for love, it’s the month for promises, it’s the month for new goals to be made.
Yes, friends we are in fact caught in the hex of December.
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