I never did get that Santa’s cap. But other than that Christmas was as sassy as it could get. There was snow (yes I call the fog here snow), there was cake, there were candy canes (the fake plastic ones taped to the glass doors) and there was that overdue thanksgiving turkey I had last night!

I would bet my pretty blue sleeping socks to anyone who can prove that there is another month as sizzling as December. The month to kick off the work boots and put on the party heels and dance! The worries about the excessive expenditure, the holiday weight, the backyard mess, or the pending papers are all for January. This is the month when, no matter how down in the dumps you feel, the nightlights call to you. Its just the tingle in the air that roams the streets. The decorative windows of shops, the fancy menus on the entrance of bistros, signs of SALE everywhere, frenzied kids and ladies and gentlemen all eager getting somewhere…the happiness is contagious.

Everyone gets a smile. No one is a stranger on Christmas, on new year’s eve. The candy is never too much, the dressing is never excessive, and the food is always. You just feel warm on the inside. You just do.

And there is always something to look forward to..

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.