My December

This is my time of the year. My December.

My snow-covered trees. My house with the chimney. My old brown Dashund. My chilly winds.

This December of mine. The elixir of my life. The perfect excuse for vacation. The time for new start. The last piece of my puzzle.

I have it. It has me.

And the figure that stands at the door. Awaiting my coming home..

In my December. And ever.