December

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.Eagerly I wished the morrow; — v...

Edgar Allan Poe

I miss being in Barbados in December,That is a time I always remember,The smell of varnish on the wooden floors,And the smell of paint on the wooden d...

Charmaine J Forde

December, being the last month of the year, cannot help but make us think of what is to come.

Fennel Hudson