December is a month of magic and melancholy.
The enchantment comes from the sparkle on trees, salted hot chocolates, feast of the seven fishes, roasted chestnuts, wool socks AND slippers, red ribbon packages and the sounds of gathering.
Towards the end of the month, the slight sadness comes from the reflection.
There is the self-awareness of another year gone, the firm decision to take down the decor and the waiting for the frosted windows to melt.
December remains the month of the most indulgence, until in the last few days we're forced to get back to normal; except it's a new normal, another chance.
For now, let's stick to the magic.