You are defined by Christmas and New Year's Eve and other holidays, but truly you are so much more. You are the snow that falls from the sky, so peaceful and beautiful.
But also terrible, cold, destructive. You have seen warm years and cold years. You have seen blizzards that wreck towns, yet also calm, beautiful flurries. You are strange, December.
I will never understand how you can be so powerful, yet so wonderful. Show me everything, December. Show me what you are behind the holidays. The wrath and the beauty.
I will always wonder about you, Month of December. But you will always be the same.