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So quiet and subtle is the beauty of December that escapes the notice of many people their whole lives through.. Colour gives way to form. every branch distinct, in a delicate tracery against the sky.. new vistas obscured all Summer by leafage, now open up.
December 29, 1946: Snowing this morning. The year seems to be dying in a light white blanket. Only three more days of this year, then comes a new one. Then, what? No one knows.
Diary of Bertha Kate Gaddis who passed away 6 months later, age 78, West Lafayette, IN.
DECEMBER 26TH. The dog came to see me at eight o'clock this morning. He was very affectionate, poor orphan! My room will be his quarters hereafter.
Christmas is not a date on a calendar. It's more than a state of mind. It's a condition of the heart.
Officially it was almost spring but someone had forgotten to pass the news on to winter.
January 26th. The day when nothing remarkable happens to anyone else.
January has only one thing to be said for it: it is followed by February. Nothing so well becomes its passing.
It was September.
In the last days when things are getting sad for no reason.
Any one thinking of the Holy Child as born in December would mean by it exactly what we mean by it; that Christ is not merely a summer sun of the prosperous but a winter fire for the unfortunate.
The December days had a certain luminosity and sparkle, like frost on bare branches, alight in the morning just before it melts. Mabel
I go back to December, turn around and make it alright I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind I go back to December all the time
December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory ...
MAY AND NOVEMBER VI.
Christmas is not a time or a season but a state of mind.
What were they thinking when they scheduled this movie for December?" Troy said. "They weren't thinking of us, I can tell you. May," he said, shaking his head. "May is when you release a Star Wars movie. If this movie were a May movie, the line would already be around the block.
Her most recent birthday. She'd just turned thirteen. But not last December - December 17, 1941, the last day she had lived in New Orleans.
What of October, that ambiguous month, the month of tension, the unendurable month?
February ... Now more than ever one must remind oneself that it is wasteful folly to wish that time would pass, or - as the puritanical old saying used to have it - to kill time until it kills you.
Will you love me in December as you do in May?
The year of "Don't knowing"!
When I was a child, my December weekends were spent making cards, decorating the tree, hanging the wreath and preparing brandy butter and peppermint creams.
February was always the cruelest month for Hunter S. Thompson. An avid NFL fan, Hunter traditionally embraced the Super Bowl in January as the high-water mark of his year.
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeers. But there were cats.
Christmas; magnificent snowflakes snowing in your hope.
Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
Reckon right, and February hath one and thirty daies.
One year later SYear-- Katie Reus
November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.
Just let me love you, December, because I can't stop anyways. I've been at your mercy since I was eighteen.
February dawn
frost on the path Where I paced all winter.
What year is it in your imagination?
winter was coming.
December 21, 2012 represents a unique opportunity for renaissance, renewal and reinvention that people have waited for for centuries.
The 21st of December marks the end of the time and the beginning of no-time
In November you begin to know how long the winter will be.
I was never any good at remembering dates, but now I hardly have to. When the first bulb catalogs get delivered and the hens start laying again, that's all the notice I'll need to know that winter has passed.
Christmas seems to start earlier and earlier every year. Like, this time, it's on December 25th.
A long December and there's reason to believe, maybe this year will be better than the last.
You ever hear of Little Christmas?" he asked her. "'Course," she said. "January sixth." "Nobody remembers it anymore." "Meant something in my time," she said. "My old man's too." Her voice picked up a tone of distracted pity. "Not yours, though." "Not mine," Bob agreed and felt a trapped
Deep in December
it's nice to remember
without a hurt
the heart is hollow.
It's always winter but it's never Christmas.
The gloomy months of November, when the people of England hang and drown themselves.
We never really had any kind of a Christmas. This is one part where my memory fails me completely.
Christmas it too large to be tucked away in the toe of a child's stocking.
November's a burn and an ache.
We venture to assert, that if there be any day in the year, of which we may be pretty sure that it was not the day on which the Savior was born, it is the 25th of December. Regarding not the day, let us, nevertheless, give thanks to God for the gift of His dear Son.
January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow.
the 'Happy Birthday
The month of December isn't magical because it sparkles. It's magical because it changes people's hearts ... at least momentarily.
The answer is hard work. What are you doing on Christmas Eve? Are you riding your bike? January 1st - are you riding your bike?
April. Month of dust and lies.
Winter
The season between autumn and spring, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere
the coldest months of the year:
December, January and February.
A period of inactivity or decay.
In London November isn't a month, it's a state of mind.
January is the month for dreaming.
It was always November there.
I think after Christmas would be better for publication: I am hardly a Christmas present.
June, July, all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone.
What is last year's snow to me,
Last year's anything? The tree
Budding yearly must forget
How its past arose or set
On cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
October, that's when they pay off for playing ball.
I can't altogether tell myself, Lillian. It's not wholly a matter of the calendar. It's the feeling that I've put a great deal behind me, where I can't go back to it again - and I don't really wish to go back. The way would be too long and too fatiguing.
January is my favorite month, when the light is plainest, least colored. And I like the feeling of beginnings.
I blink January's lashes
and gush down December's cheeks
November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year," said Margaret, standing at the window one dull afternoon, looking out at the frostbitten garden.
"That's the reason I was born in it," observed Jo pensively, quite unconscious of the blot on her nose.
In early September, there come
How fast the stream flows from January to December!
I've been asleep and I don't know if it's the same day or week or year, but who the hell cares anyway?
Yesterday, all this was snow. Always winter, and never Christmas.
December 25, 1963
Christmas night and they've battered their heads together until they are silly and they've smiled themselves silly and vomited on the floor, 98% of them amateur drinkers, amateur Christians, amateur human beings
It was almost December, and Jonas was beginning to be frightened.
From the late 19th to the early 20th century, the December issue of almost any general-interest magazine regularly featured a holiday horror or two.
Winter was coming; the
Christmas is a state of mind.
January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead.
Year's end still in straw hat and sandals
It's June in January Because I'm in love It always is spring in my heart with you in my arms.
When December comes, can 'The Nutcracker' be far behind? No, it can't - not in America, anyway.
It was November
the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.
the morning after Haley's party and
What day is so festal it fails to reveal some theft?
January is the despairing heart of the Scottish winter
Date to question.
Christmas is not a date. It is a state of mind.
Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice still wide enough open to let them all slink through.
Christmas was almost four months in the rearview mirror, and there was something awful about Christmas music when it was nearly summer. It was like a clown in the rain, with his makeup running.
Winter is coming.
The seasons change their manners, as the year
Had found some months asleep and leapt them over.
October: This is one of the peculiarly dangerous months to speculate in stocks. The others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, December, August and February.
February makes a bridge and March breaks it.
The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August
It was one of those years when there was no summer. There was no winter either. It was just November all year that year.
January was the season for house robberies and violence. Christmas was over, and the new year just reminded you of how little your life had changed, and man, people got angry in January.
I'd just got back from filming my role as Flo in 'Kidnap & Ransom' when I got the news that Channel 4 had re-commissioned 'Fresh Meat,' so I think it was the first Christmas I could actually relax knowing that I had three months' work sorted. As an actor, that's always a good feeling.
Christmas was an enduring milestone that came and went, while the world forever changed.
I detest 'Jingle Bells,' 'White Christmas,' 'Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer,' and the obscene spending bonanza that nowadays seems to occupy not just December, but November and much of October, too.
If you have an eye for a reward in December,award yourself in April!
As a child, I was bonkers for Christmas. The entire month of December, I couldn't sleep at night from anticipation.
Some of the highlanders considered the true Christmas to be on January fourteenth. Old Christmas, they called it, believing it was the day the magi visited the Christ child.
Months slip through the house surreptitiously, like uninvited spirits.
O sweet Lord Jesus, thou art the present portion of thy people, favour us this year with such a sense of thy preciousness, that from its first to its last day we may be glad and rejoice in thee. Let January open with joy in the Lord, and December close with gladness in Jesus.