Ah December. Hello, Old Friend.
The night has been drawing ever closer, beckoning you in. The crisp morning air whispers your name as Jack Frost weaves his merry way. Noses pressed against window panes, with eyes wide in wonder, a twinkly glow rising all around. December, you old tease, we’ve been waiting for you…
All year we’ve been yearning for the joy you bring, the world has needed some of your wisdom and we’ve longed for your comforting embrace. Togetherness, love, peace, hope and joy, the supply has dwindled somewhat old chap, care to top up the tank and stay awhile? Split a clementine and warm your hands on a mug of mulled cider?
Don’t get me wrong we’ve been ever so good, the housework was always top of the to do list, and almost always got partially done. I’ve cooked lots from scratch and hardly ever fly off the handle when the smallest member of the family spits in on the floor. I let people out of difficult junctions and I’m terribly patient on the morning commute. To be completely honest I’ve been perfectly imperfect, I’d tally this year up as a goodun.
It’s just, sometimes we get a little tired, the fuel tank runs low and we get a bit cranky. We tend to get impatient when practising the art of patience, being nice becomes an intense effort and the world can seem altogether a gloomy place to live. It’s time for a little cosy, it’s time to reflect, it’s time to remind ourselves goodwill is for all men (and women, of course). It’s time for you, December, about time I’d say.