Let's Have Some Pie.

December. A punctuation mark that puts a big, bold exclamation to the year’s end. We all wish for a white Christmas tinseled with baubles and lights and presents and a little brown cottage warmly decorated and where you can smell the fragrance of freshly baked pie right from the door. This is where you close your eyes and say …

IT CANT GET BETTER THAN THIS.

This is the month which characterizes festivity and gives definition to celebration. Where snowflakes dance delicately to the tunes of the cold winter winds, where little kids make snow angels in their mittens and scarves and where the car crunches on the newly fallen, brittle pine cones. It never is enough. Each glass window of every household has its own little story to tell. Stories from grandpa and grandma and sitting on their lap listening, smoking feast on the dining table, wine glasses in the hands of guests and hosts, the evergreen rhymes and jingles from the years, and then there is the big Christmas tree with that gold star on the top.

Let it be just another reason to make merry, or an excuse to go shopping, or an exempt from the normal, this is the month where those reasons, excuses and exemptions are all darn permissible.

And no matter how old we get, we secretly wish for Santa to come grant us a wish.