“It's quite chilly today huh”, I mutter with cluttering teeth, and a mischievous smile,
December chuckles, as her quite afternoon plays it's role and I hear the rustling of branches from a mile.
I wrap myself in a cardigan and offer her a muffler but she denies,
Instead she wraps her arms around me and basks me in her golden sunlight;
I do not complain.

“Doesn't it bother you,” I utter with a sadness looming my voice, “all this hate you get?”
December smiles at me and tells me she is not for everyone to love, for she's a little more cruel to some, than others.
It's a part of her, she softly explains, that's what nature has planed and she dutifully abides,
I nod but tsk in disapproval, as the afternoon hours pass by.

In the evening, we share a cup of chai; chai never tasted better,
We talk about fall and I tell her all the stories of summer,
She gets a little jealous and leaves a quite sigh, chilly winds blanket my windows in a layer of frost,
I make smileys on them with my fingers, inturn December smiles.

In the dark hours of night, we stand in my balcony, with a hot cup of cocoa,
The moon long hidden and the stars barely visible, yet the early Christmas lights twinkle in the corners of her eyes.
December yawns and stretches her arms, as I add another shawl and bid my goodnight,
“Goodnight”, she whispers and makes her way into another long night.

© pandawithglasses

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