Hello December. Oh December you have arrived in all your snowy finery here. The winds are whipping around your snowy white hair, making you oh so fine girl.

Moving along in the calendar. Moving along in the days. Moving along in the hours. Moving along in the minutes. There are times when, I am inside, watching the going ons outside, wondering all about time. Am I dreaming as I look outside, seeing the snow, or is it all real? When one is alone, everything seems like a dream at times. Am I real? Do I exist or did someone imagine me, and I became real, so that they can feel alive?

OK then. Hello December......