Not that I dread December being upon us, but I prefer many other months.
Ancient memories conjure up warm feelings, most of which center around Christmas. You know, the toys and gifts, the food, the parties, the two week vacation from school, snow.
Alas, those days have passed. About the only thing I look forward to nowadays is the Winter Solstice, when the daylight hours start getting longer. That sustains me through February.
I flipped the calendar page this morning, and there was a photo of a charging buffalo herd. Along with my Charles M. Russell picture, a large poster, and a "Year of the Bison" (2004) promo of the magnificent beasts, I'm surrounded at my computer chair by the animal of my dreams. That, too, sustains me.
December's really not so bad here in Indiana. We have our warm days (58 deg predicted for today). It's tolerable--more so than January. I actually look forward to staying at home, baking cookies, tending the fire, reading, etc. I've been known to "hermatize" for two weeks before venturing out to the grocery store or see my dad.
December? Bring it on!