December is the star at the top of the Christmas tree of the whole damn year, the ham at the fulcrum of the Feast of 12 Months, the beautiful wrapping and gorgeous bow on the biggest present in sight, the long and low belch as a gluttonous day fades into an afternoon nap.
When it comes down to it, December really is the Godfather, the patriarch who’s earned all of the feasts and grandchildren's smiles out there. December will eat until he’s full.
On one side of December is a warm nest, comfortable like your youngest days, fitting just right. On the other is a steep cliff, a dizzying drop-off into the uncertain but deadly ether.
December is a vice, 31 turns that’ll squeeze your mind out your ears.
December overflowed a long time ago, and you’re left slurping at the edge of the mug, trying to catch more of the steaming tea. Scald your tongue or scald you toes; that’s how it goes.
December’s a mug of hot chocolate – sweet but fattening, a treat that’ll cost you, rich but deadly.
They put December at the end of the year because nobody could take another month.
December brings the house down, smashing guitars and hurling drumsticks at the crowd. Not another note out of this year’s band.
December’s motto: Saddle up and get spit out. He’s better than you.
December’s like
December is when you realize you’re not young anymore, when the excitement of innocence seems quaint rather than urgent. If only December would pull the wool over your eyes like it used to.
I went home, saw 1,000 people per hour, celebrated quickly and left even quicker. December is a hit-and-fade attack, everybody’s last damn chance to do something before the year rolls over zeroes again.
But in the end December is merciful, an opponent who knocked you down on the way to glorious victory, but before settling into the post-game celebration and interviews, walks back and gives you a hand up. “Don’t worry about it, chief,” December says. “January’s coming soon and you can take it easy.” Then he winks and trots off.
1 comment:
Long Live December!!!!
This is the best one yet!!!!
I love December.
It's my birthday month.
I AM DECEMBER.
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