The wind blowing through my hair
The frost on the ground
The cold frigid air
The chilled rushing sound
The love for caffeine
The fireplace heat
The foggy side window
The cold surface of my feet
The freezing hands
A blanket of feathers
Embraces the heat,
Blocks off the cold weather
The dark silent nights
The falling snow
Sadness all around
Peace everywhere
The slashing pain
Of these hopeless days
The tranquille streets
The fading lights
December is love.
December is peace.
December is to stay;
all way long.
Mirch Masala 