We are not used to treat months, the abstract words, as living creatures.
But if we could simply use our imagination…
What traits of character would it posses?
Would it be warm, kind, sensitive, jolly
… a colourful book of life
Full of beautiful memories, love, friendships, peace, freedom and smile.
Or would it be cold and insensitive as winter itself?
For me, it’s always a personification of something good that lasts in our souls even if long time forgotten.
How your December looks like?