happy December eve, blogfriends.
this is when it really starts to begin to feel “holiday-ish” to me, when December sweeps in with her grand entrance to deliver the year’s pièce de résistance (ya i’m fancy sometimes…good thing a literature major had some lasting magical charms) and we’re hit with that inexplicable, year-end feeling: something akin to nostalgia, influenced by the warmth of the Christmas season, laced with the emotionality of self-introspection and our blessing-counting that just seems so much more prevalent at this time of year.
i am in love with the word December, it seems to me today. was a more magical word ever invented? not only how it rolls off the tongue like a sugar-coated dream, but also for the fairy dust that flies around us every time the word takes flight. so much crammed into three little syllables, tied up neatly with a bow of glitter & fantasy. in December, it seems, everything is a bit more electric; a bit more dazzling.
so here’s to ending out a holiday of thankfulness with the expectation of a season of joy and winter charms, where for one short month, suspended in time, we see beauty in the way sunlight glitters across a snowy field and feel the spark when reaching for others’ fingertips when ours grow cold. i don’t know about you, but this year, i am welcoming December with open arms — and looking forward to everything winter white.
Question: What are you most looking forward to as December descends?