The last month of the year, December
December is the 12th month of the year in the Gregorian calendar and one of the seven Gregorian months with a duration of 31 days.
December begins astrologically with the sun in the sign of Sagittarius and ends in the sign of Capricorn.
From an astronomical point of view, December begins with the sun in the constellation Ophiuchus and ends with the sun in the constellation Sagittarius.
The name of the month of December in Latin is December and comes from the Latin word decem, ten, because December was the tenth month in the Romanian calendar.
The Greeks named December – Poseidon.
December is the first month of winter and particularly rich in traditions, symbols and holidays.
These holidays prepare, through magic rituals, customs and practices, the end and beginning of the calendar year,
In the villages, life enters a natural process of relaxation, parallel to the intensification of spiritual manifestations related to Christmas and the New Year.
December begins on the same day of the week as September.
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1. My brothers and sisters, true love is a reflection of the Savior’s love. In December of each year we call it the Christmas spirit. You can hear it. You can see it. You can feel it. – Thomas S. Monson
2. December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory. – John Geddes
3. It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly burns our sun. One would say its rays of light are shards of snow, one imagines the sun lives upon a snow-crested peak on this day. One would say she is a woman who wears a gown of winter frost that blinds the eyes. Helplessness has weakened me. Wandering has wearied my legs. – Roman Payne
4. It is December, and nobody asked if I was ready. – Sarah Kay
5. I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing. And sweet to remember. We are nearer to Spring than we were in September. I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. – Oliver Herford
6. I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing. And sweet to remember. We are nearer to Spring than we were in September. I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. – Oliver Herford
7. December, being the last month of the year, cannot help but make us think of what is to come. – Fennel Hudson
8. I blink January’s lashes and gush down December’s cheeks. – Sanober Khan
9. Colored lights blink on and off, racing across the green boughs. Their reflections dance across exquisite glass globes and splinter into shards against tinsel thread and garlands of metallic filaments that disappear underneath the other ornaments and finery. Shadows follow, joyful, laughing sprites. The tree is rich with potential wonder. All it needs is a glance from you to come alive. – Vera Nazarian
10. To die would mean nothing else than to surrender a nothing to the nothing, but that would be impossible to conceive, for how could a person, even only as a nothing, consciously surrender himself to the nothing, and not merely to an empty nothing but rather to a roaring nothing whose nothingness consists only in its incomprehensibility. – Franz Kafka
11. There is October in every November and there is November in every December. All seasons melted in each other’s life. – Mehmet Murat ildan
12. Someone asked me when is my birthday? The poet inside me replied, “My birthday is on the last day of the year. It’s 31st December my dear!” – Anamika Mishra
13. There must be something ghostly in the air of Christmas. Something about the close, muggy atmosphere that draws up the ghosts, like the dampness of the summer rains brings out the frogs and snails. – Jerome K. Jerome
14. It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeers. But there were cats. – Dylan Thomas
15. The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast. – Dylan Thomas
16. May and October, the best-smelling months? I’ll make a case for December: evergreen, frost, wood smoke, cinnamon. – Lisa Kleypas
17. I’ve come to sing you a song called December. – Ryan Murphy
18. 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, – vainly I had sought to borrow. From my books is a source of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore. For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore. – Rao Umar Javed
19. There was warmth in his large piercing brown eyes. The kind of warmth that tucks a child into bed. The same kind of warmth that dries your wet hair on a rainy December afternoon. – Malak El Halabi
20. I watched you storm towards the restaurant door. It was a chilly December morning and the birds sitting on the high wires in the neighborhood refused to fly any longer. – Malak El Halabi
21. There’s something super special about December. – Charmaine J. Forde
22. It is never over, though we are in December. – Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
23. By December an elastic skin of ice reached out hundreds of miles into the sea, rolling with every wave. – Will Chancellor
24. I miss being in Barbados in December. That is the time I always remember. The smell of varnish on the wooden floors. And the smell of paint on the wooden doors. The crowds in de Supermarket buying up the rum, and the music blasting. Puh rup a pum pum. – Charmaine J Forde
25. It was December, I had never felt so cold, the eel soup lay heavy on my stomach, I was afraid I’d die, I turned aside to vomit, I envied them. – Samuel Beckett
26. Hot cocoa and cold toes remind me of Christmas. – Toni Sorenson
27. Without Hope, we live in desire. – Dante
28. Winter arrived with December, and the world continued to suffer the loss of the Internet and most forms of communication. Supply chains were disrupted. The only mass form of personal communication was the letter, and postal workers were having their worst year ever, as they were actually meeded. Food was becoming scarcer and more expensive, as was fuel for vehicles and heating. Major cities experienced riots on a regular basis, spurred on by religious fervor and want. Civilization was on the brink of collapse. – Mark A. Rayner
29. When I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood on the sidewalk one December listening to the Christmas bells – I’ve never forgotten that moment. – John Geddes
30. Michigan isn’t just cold in December; it’s arctic. – Daniel Milstein
31. You skins is so cold and dry. Like you are also afraid so this coming December. – Moaz Zulfiqar
32. He had waited a long time for this special December. Now that it was almost upon him, he wasn’t frightened, but he was eager, he decided. He was eager for it to come. And he was excited, certainly. All of the Elevens were excited about the event that would be coming so soon. – Lois Lowry
33. Wintry it ain’t no complaints. Snowier. Storefronts are showier, light displays glowier. Shoppers are prowling, blizzard howling. Drifts a-heaping, lords a-leaping, yule logs burning, gifts returning. Winds are keen for 2015. – The Old Farmer’s Alamanac
34. It was a pretty sight, and a seasonable one, that met their eyes when they flung the door open. In the fore-court, lit by the dim rays of a horn lantern, some eight or ten little field-mice stood in a semicircle, red worsted comforters round their throats, their fore-paws thrust deep into their pockets, their feet jigging for warmth. With bright beady eyes they glanced shyly at each other, sniggering a little, sniffing and applying coat-sleeves a good deal. As the door opened, one of the elder ones that carried the lantern was just saying, “Now then, one, two, three!” and forthwith their shrill little voices uprose on the air, singing one of the old-time carols that their forefathers composed in fields that were fallow and held by frost, or when snow-bound in chimney corners, and handed down to be sung in the miry street to lamp-lit windows at Yule-time. – Kenneth Grahame
35. Each of us should think of the future. Every puff on a cigarette is another tick closer to a time bomb of terrible consequences. Christopher Hitchens didn’t care about the consequences of smoking cigarettes. Tragically, he died of throat cancer in December 2011. – Ray Comfort
36. Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. – William Shakespeare
37. How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon? – Dr. Seuss
38. Every December, I host a tree-trimming party. I serve chili with cornbread and lots of good wine. It’s a wonderful party, and it shows how much adults like to play. – Maya Angelou
39. A manager’s job is simple. For one hundred sixty-two games you try not to screw up all that smart stuff your organization did last December. – Earl Weaver
40. My favorite traditional Christmas movie that I like to watch is All Quiet on the Western Front. It’s just not December without that movie in my house. – Tom Hanks
41. Rosa Parks was a woman of strength, conviction, and morality. Her action on December 1, 1955, to defy the law made her a leading figure in our nation’s civil rights history. – John Shimkus
42. The Christian Bible is a symbolic book, not a literal one. The one Christians know as Jesus was actually a symbol for the sun. Ancient sun worshippers believed the sun died at the end of the winter solstice and then three days later it would be reborn at the start of its cycle, December 25. – David Icke
43. I don’t mean to burst anyone’s bubble, but there is no scriptural or historical basis for December 25th actually being the day that Jesus was born. – Charity Sunshine Tillemann-Dick
44. When December comes, can ‘The Nutcracker’ be far behind? No, it can’t, not in America, anyway. – Robert Gottlieb
45. Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat. – Sara Coleridge
46. December 25th has become guilt and obligation. – Phil Donahue
47. December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory. – John Geddes
48. Remember this December, that love weighs more than gold. – Josephine Dodge Daskam Bacon
49. In December ring every day the chimes. Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire ever higher sing them till the night expire. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
50. When dark December glooms the day, and takes our autumn joys away. – Walter Scott
51. In cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow. – Alexander Pope
52. December drops no weak, relenting tear, By our fond Summer sympathies ensnared, Nor from the perfect circle of the year Can even Winter’s crystal gems be spared. – Christopher Pearce Cranch
53. On the evening of December 25, General Washington in a most severe season crossed the Delaware with a part of his army, then reduced to less than 2000 men in the whole. – Mercy Otis Warren
54. On December 5, 1941, Chicago led a task force built around the carrier Lexington to Midway Island, at the western end of the Hawaiian Islands, about 1,000 miles from Pearl Harbor. – Jack Adams
55. Yesterday, December seventh, 1941, a date which will live in infamy, the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan. – Franklin D. Roosevelt
56. In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne’er remember Apollo’s summer look; But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time. – John Keats
57. When I was a child, my December weekends were spent making cards, decorating the tree, hanging the wreath and preparing brandy butter and peppermint creams. – Pippa Middleton
58. It is the middle of December now, and we are about to travel to Switzerland – where we plan to ski a little, relax a little, and shoot a Dutch politician a little. – Hugh Laurie
59. December was a horrible month. – Sandy Bryant
60. People can’t concentrate properly on blowing other people to pieces if their minds are poisoned by thoughts suitable to the twenty-fifth of December. – Ogden Nash
61. The cold is coming. December’s winter solstice. Start of the season. – Robert Pettit
62. On the 1st day of December, 1830, I was confirmed, and in accordance with the word of the Lord I was ordained an Elder under the hands of the Prophet. – Orson Pratt
63. I don’t mean to burst anyone’s bubble, but there is no scriptural or historical basis for December 25th actually being the day that Jesus was born. – Charity Sunshine Tillemann-Dick
64. If it’s December 1941 in Casablanca, what time is it in New York? – Howard Koch
65. Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December. And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. – Edgar Allan Poe
66. Outside the house it was storming, a busy downfall of flakes that the wind blew lightly across acres of old snow left from December. – Gladys Hasty Carroll
67. I know. I’m lazy. But I made myself a New Years resolution that I would write myself something really special. Which means I have ’til December, right? – Catherine O’Hara
68. Shout now! The months with loud acclaim, Take up the cry and send it forth; May breathing sweet her Spring perfumes, November thundering from the North. With hands upraised, as with one voice, They join their notes in grand accord; Hail to December! say they all, It gave to Earth our Christ the Lord. – J.K. Hoyt
69. December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory. – John Geddes
70. It is December, and nobody asked if I was ready. – Sarah Kay
71. The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast. – Dylan Thomas
72. When December comes, can ‘The Nutcracker’ be far behind? No, it can’t, not in America, anyway. – Robert Gottlieb
73. December drops no weak, relenting tear, by our fond summer sympathies ensnared, nor from the perfect circle of the year can even Winter’s crystal gems be spared. – Christopher Pearce Cranch
74. In a drear-nighted December, too happy, happy brook, thy bubblings ne’er remember Apollo’s summer look. But with a sweet forgetting, they stay their crystal fretting, never, never petting about the frozen time. – John Keats
75. Outside the house it was storming, a busy downfall of flakes that the wind blew lightly across acres of old snow left from December. – Gladys Hasty Carroll
76. The sun that brief December day rose cheerless over hills of gray, and, darkly circled, gave at noon a sadder light than waning moon. – John Greenleaf Whittier
77. Cold in the earth and fifteen wild Decembers, from those brown hills, have melted into spring. – Emily Bronte
78. By December an elastic skin of ice reached out hundreds of miles into the sea, rolling with every wave. – Will Chancellor
79. May and October, the best-smelling months? I’ll make a case for December: evergreen, frost, wood smoke, cinnamon. – Lisa Kleypas
80. Will love be true as December frost, or fickle and fall like the rose in June? – Clement Scott
81. A bare tree stands with roots on both ends in December days. – Kiran Bantawa
82. Of all the months of the year there is not a month one half so welcome to the young, or so full of happy associations, as the last month of the year. – Charles Dickens
83. He had been walking for a long time, ever since dark in fact, and dark falls soon in December. – Charlotte Riddell
84. A bare tree stands with roots on both ends in December days. – Kiran Bantawa
85. You have had many rectors here in St. Andrews who will continue in bloom long after the lowly ones such as I am are dead and rotten and forgotten. They are the roses in December; you remember someone said that God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December. My December roses have been very simple folk. – J.M. Barrie
86. And last December drear, with piteous low-drooped head. In a voice of desolation crying out, “The year is dead. And so, with changeful gear, with smile or frown or song, the months, in strange variation, are ever gliding along. – Edgar Fawcett
87. How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year. What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen? What old December’s bareness everywhere. – William Shakespeare
88. If the October days were a cordial like the sub-acids of fruit, these are a tonic like the wine of iron. Drink deep or be careful how you taste this December vintage. The first sip may chill, but a full draught warms and invigorates. – John Burroughs
89. I was surprised my quilt and pillow were cold. I see that now the window’s bright again. Deep in the night, I know the snow is thick, I sometimes hear the sound as bamboo snaps. – BaiJuyi
90. Now the seasons are closing their files on each of us, the heavy drawers full of certificates rolling back into the tree trunks, a few old papers flocking away. Someone we loved has fallen from our thoughts, making a little, glittering splash like a bicycle pushed by a breeze. Otherwise, not much has happened, we fell in love again, finding that one red reather on the wind. – Ted Kooser
92. O cruel cloudless space, and pale bare ground where the poor infant lies. Why do we feel restored as in a sacramental place? Here Mystery is artifice, and here a vision of such peace is stored, healing flows from it through our eyes. – May Sarton
93. I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing and sweet to remember. We are nearer to Spring than we were in September,, I heard a bird sing, in the dark of December. – Oliver Herford
94. At Christmas I no more desire a rose than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled mirth. But like of each thing that in season grows. – William Shakespeare
95. If cold December gave you birth. The month of snow, and ice, and mirth. Place on your hand a turquoise blue, success will bless whate’er you do.
96. Christmas begins about the first of December with an office party and ends when you finally realize what you spent, around April fifteenth of the next year. – P.J. O’Rourke
97. Make it a December to remember.
98. December drops no weak, relenting tear, by our fond summer sympathies ensnared. Nor from the perfect circle of the year, can even winter’s crystal gems be spared. – Christopher Pearse Cranch
99. Do your heart and head keep pace? When does hoary Love expire, when do frosts put out the fire? Can its embers burn below all that chill December snow? – Edmund Clarence Stedman
100. What should we speak of when we are old as you? when we shall hear the rain and wind beat dark December? How in this our pinching cave, shall we discourse the freezing hours away? – William Shakespeare
101. Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance. – Yoko Ono
102. Christmas is a time when you get homesick even when you’re home. – Carol Nelson
103. Who is not a love seeker when December comes? Even children pray to Santa Claus. – Rod McKuen
104. December, being the last month of the year, cannot help but make us think of what is to come. – Fennel Hudson
105. In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold. – Ben Aaronovitch
106. It seems like everything sleeps in winter, but it’s really a time of renewal and reflection. – Elizabeth Camden
107. As we struggle with shopping lists and invitations, compounded by December’s bad weather, it is good to be reminded that there are people in our lives who are worth this aggravation, and people to whom we are worth the same. – Donald E. Westlake
108. In this world only winter is certain. – George R.R. Martin
109. Shall we liken Christmas to the web in a loom? There are many weavers, who work into the pattern the experience of their lives. When one generation goes, another comes to take up the weft where it has been dropped. The pattern changes as the mind changes, yet never begins quite anew. At first, we are not sure that we discern the pttern, but at last we see that, unknown to the weavers themselves, something has taken shape before our eyes, and that they have made something very beautiful, something which compels our understanding. – Earl W. Count
110. The holly and the ivy, when they are both full grown, of all trees that are in the wood. The holly bears the crown. O, the rising of the sun, and the running of the deer the playing of the merry organ. Sweet singing in the choir. – Christmas Carol
When dark December glooms the day,
And takes our autumn joys away;
When short and scant the sun-beam throws,
Upon the weary waste of snows…
~Walter Scott, Marmion, 1808
Of all the months of the year there is not a month one-half so welcome to the young, or so full of happy associations, as the last month of the year… ~”All the Year Round: December,” All the Year Round: A Weekly Journal Conducted by Charles Dickens, 1887 December 10th
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
~Sara Coleridge (1802–1852), “The Garden Year”
Will love be true as December frost, or fickle and fall like the rose in June? ~Clement Scott, “In Sight of Home,” c.1883
He had been walking for a long time, ever since dark in fact, and dark falls soon in December. ~Charlotte Riddell (1832–1906), “The Old House in Vauxhall Walk,” 1882 [Her stories, at the time, were published under the name of Mrs. J.H. Riddell —tεᖇᖇ¡·g]
A bare tree stands
with roots on both ends
in December days.
~Kiran Bantawa, “Bare Trees”
You have had many rectors here in St. Andrews who will continue in bloom long after the lowly ones such as I am are dead and rotten and forgotten.
They are the roses in December; you remember someone said that God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December…. [M]y December roses—have been very simple folk. ~J.M. Barrie, “Courage” (The Rectorial Address Delivered at St. Andrews University, 1922 May 3rd) [Ah, yes, roses in December… “And shall we own such judgment? no—as soon/Seek roses in December, ice in June…” ~Lord Byron (1788–1824), English Bards, and Scotch Reviewers —tεᖇᖇ¡·g]
And last December drear,
With piteous low-drooped head,
In a voice of desolation
Crying out, “The year is dead!”
And so, with changeful gear,
With smile or frown or song,
The months, in strange variation,
Are ever gliding along.
~Edgar Fawcett, “The Masque of Months,” 1878
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen?
What old December’s bareness every where!
~William Shakespeare, Sonnet XCVII
If the October days were a cordial like the sub-acids of fruit, these are a tonic like the wine of iron. Drink deep or be careful how you taste this December vintage. The first sip may chill, but a full draught warms and invigorates. ~John Burroughs, “Winter Sunshine,” 1875
On cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
~Alexander Pope (1688–1744), The Dunciad
If cold December gave you birth—
The month of snow, and ice, and mirth—
Place on your hand a turquoise blue,
Success will bless whate’er you do.
~Author unknown, “A Gem for Every Month,” c.1883
Christmas begins about the first of December with an office party and ends when you finally realize what you spent, around April fifteenth of the next year. ~P.J. O’Rourke, Modern Manners: An Etiquette Book for Rude People, 1983
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December,
A magical thing,
And sweet to remember:
“We are nearer to spring
Than we were in September.”
~Oliver Herford, “Hope,” in The Century Magazine, January 1914
If winter comes can spring be… We’re nearer to spring than we were in september, i heard a bird sing in the dark of december, january, febmar, aprimay, apricots, beneath the bough. ~Sylvia Plath, journal, 1953
December drops no weak, relenting tear,
By our fond summer sympathies ensnared;
Nor from the perfect circle of the year
Can even winter’s crystal gems be spared.
~Christopher Pearse Cranch, “December” (last stanza), 1872
Do your heart and head keep pace?
When does hoary Love expire,
When do frosts put out the fire?
Can its embers burn below
All that chill December snow?
~Edmund Clarence Stedman (1833–1908), “Toujours Amour”
The cold is coming.
December’s winter solstice.
Start of the season.
~Robert Pettit, “Winter Solstice”
What should we speak of
When we are old as you? when we shall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December? how,
In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse
The freezing hours away?…
~William Shakespeare, Cymbeline (Arvirargus)
And in December’s gloomy shades
Some Chickweed stars did shine.
One Daisy, too, the bleak month gave
To baffle melancholy;
And e’en I saw fair Flora smile
When crowned with crimson Holly!
And then the queen of all the flowers
Passed onward, soft and slow—
Her radiant brows adorned with Pearls
Of sacred Mistletoe!
~James Rigg, “The Progress of Queen Flora, Adorned by a Hundred Wild Flowers,” Wild Flower Lyrics and Other Poems, 1897
I wander forth this chill December dawn:
John Frost and all his elves are out, I see,
As busy as the elfin world can be,
Clothing a world asleep with fleecy lawn.
~Robert Buchanan (1841–1901), “Snow”
Roasting turkeys! Rich mince pies!
Cakes of every shape and size!
~Louise Bennett Weaver and Helen Cowles LeCron, “December,” A Thousand Ways to Please a Husband with Bettina’s Best Recipes, 1917
Farewell, old year; we walk no more together;
I catch the sweetness of thy latest sigh…
Here in the dim light of a grey December
We part in smiles, and yet we met in tears;
Watching thy chilly dawn, I well remember…
~Sarah Doudney (1841–1926), “A Parting”[I]t may interest those who wish to marry to know that the luckiest day and month for marriages is by superstitious people held to be the thirty-first of December. ~”All the Year Round: December,” All the Year Round: A Weekly Journal Conducted by Charles Dickens, 1887 December 10th
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December is the 12th month of the year in the Gregorian calendar and one of the seven Gregorian months with a duration of 31 days.
December begins with the sun in the sign of Sagittarius and ends in the sign of Capricorn.
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