"December finds himself again a child even as he under goes his age. Cold and early darkness now descends, embracing sanctuaries of delights. More and more he stares into the night, becoming less and less concerned with ends, emblem of the innocent as sage restored to wonder by what he must yield. ~Nicholas Gordon~
Sweet December my light, my ember the end of September, October, November. ~Author Unknown~
"I heard a bird sing in the dark of December a magical thing and sweet to remember.
"We are nearer to spring than we were in September. I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.'
Have a wonderful month of December my friends. Madeline