Dear, December | the beginning.

Dear December,

With you comes magic and love. Children, even adults, pretending to be steam trains by blowing into the cold air and Christmas lights lighting up the way to warm shops decorated with colourful wrapping paper.

The cold brings snuffles and red noses, watery eyes and fluffy gloves, warm hugs and leaving the heating on for when you get home.

Christmas songs and parades, Christmas films and advent calenders. 

Warm jumpers, hot tea, hot chocolate and endless mornings where you can't quite bare to get out of the hot shower.

All things merry and bright, these make your cold weather worth it, December. It makes me smile at everyone who walks by, even if their brows are crunched over someone shoving them in the Christmas shopping rush. The embrace of the heating at home makes the half an hour wait for the bus not seem so bad.

But, December, the best part of you is walking down my street and seeing every home lit up by the Christmas tree in the window. Some real, some fake, some even white! But all are lit up with glittering lights, colourful and white. Baubles hung carefully or sporadically by excited children whose parents stand back with a watchful eye, smiling at their children's giggling. 

It's knowing that the carpets or floors are going to be matted with glitter by the end of the evening and one or two decorations will end up on the floor already. It's knowing there's going to be a gap at the back of the tree because little arms can't quite reach that far.

December, you can sometimes be full of bustling people and the mad race to the counters to pay for the last stocking before anyone else but everyone has the same idea in their minds.

December is the lead up to Christmas and even if the people are frustrated over the cold or stuffy shops, we are all as excited as each other.

December, I can't wait for you to begin.

Kate x