The First of December

“Hello December! We’ve been waiting for you!”

It is winter here, there is a frost on the ground again, the moon was a glowing orb last night from its heavenly perch.

The smell of pine is in the air, your breath escapes you in crispy wispy spirally tendrils and the twinkle lights are out, what could be better?

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