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Welcome to my page of quotations about the month of December, a beautiful time of cold weather and holidays, family and winding down for the year, and dark quiet stillness with late dawns and early evenings. Some of these were written in the context of aging and some are winter-themed, but all are lovely so I invite you to sit back with a nice cup of hot cocoa and enjoy!
When dark December glooms the day,
And takes our autumn joys away;
When short and scant the sun-beam throws,
Upon the weary waste of snows...
~Walter Scott, Marmion, 1808
Of all the months of the year there is not a month one-half so welcome to the young, or so full of happy associations, as the last month of the year... ~"All the Year Round: December," All the Year Round: A Weekly Journal Conducted by Charles Dickens, 1887
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
~Sara Coleridge (1802–1852), "The Months"
Will love be true as December frost, or fickle and fall like the rose in June? ~Clement Scott, "In Sight of Home," c.1883
He had been walking for a long time, ever since dark in fact, and dark falls soon in December. ~Charlotte Riddell (1832–1906), "The Old House in Vauxhall Walk," 1882 [Her stories, at the time, were published under the name of Mrs. J.H. Riddell.
A bare tree stands
with roots on both ends
in December days.
~Kiran Bantawa, "Bare Tree," 2013
You have had many rectors here in St. Andrews who will continue in bloom long after the lowly ones such as I am are dead and rotten and forgotten. They are the roses in December; you remember someone said that God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December... [M]y December roses—have been very simple folk. ~J.M. Barrie, "Courage" (The Rectorial Address Delivered at St. Andrews University), 1922 [Ah, yes, roses in December... "And shall we own such judgment? no—as soon/Seek roses in December, ice in June..." ~Lord Byron (1788–1824), English Bards, and Scotch Reviewers
And last December drear,
With piteous low-drooped head,
In a voice of desolation
Crying out, "The year is dead!"
And so, with changeful gear,
With smile or frown or song,
The months, in strange variation,
Are ever gliding along.
~Edgar Fawcett, "The Masque of Months," 1878
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness every where!...
~William Shakespeare
If the October days were a cordial like the sub-acids of fruit, these are a tonic like the wine of iron. Drink deep or be careful how you taste this December vintage. The first sip may chill, but a full draught warms and invigorates. ~John Burroughs, "Winter Sunshine," 1875
On cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
~Alexander Pope (1688–1744), The Dunciad, 1728
If cold December gave you birth—
The month of snow, and ice, and mirth—
Place on your hand a turquoise blue,
Success will bless whate'er you do.
~Author unknown, "A Gem for Every Month," c. 1883
Christmas begins about the first of December with an office party and ends when you finally realize what you spent, around April fifteenth of the next year. ~P.J. O'Rourke, Modern Manners: An Etiquette Book for Rude People, 1983
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December,
A magical thing,
And sweet to remember:
"We are nearer to spring
Than we were in September."
~Oliver Herford, "Hope," in The Century Magazine, 1914
December drops no weak, relenting tear,
By our fond summer sympathies ensnared;
Nor from the perfect circle of the year
Can even winter's crystal gems be spared.
~Christopher Pearse Cranch, "December," 1872
Do your heart and head keep pace?
When does hoary Love expire,
When do frosts put out the fire?
Can its embers burn below
All that chill December snow?..
~Edmund Clarence Stedman (1833–1908), "Toujours Amour"
What should we speak of
When we are old as you? when we shall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December, how,
In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse
The freezing hours away?...
~William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, c.1609 [III, 3, Arvirargus]
And in December's gloomy shades
Some Chickweed stars did shine.
One Daisy, too, the bleak month gave
To baffle melancholy;
And e'en I saw fair Flora smile
When crowned with crimson Holly!
And then the queen of all the flowers
Passed onward, soft and slow—
Her radiant brows adorned with Pearls
Of sacred Mistletoe!
~James Rigg, "The Progress of Queen Flora, Adorned by a Hundred Wild Flowers," Wild Flower Lyrics and Other Poems, 1897
I wander forth this chill December dawn:
John Frost and all his elves are out, I see,
As busy as the elfin world can be,
Clothing a world asleep with fleecy lawn...
~Robert Buchanan (1841–1901), "Snow"
Roasting turkeys! Rich mince pies!
Cakes of every shape and size!
~Louise Bennett Weaver and Helen Cowles LeCron, "December," A Thousand Ways to Please a Husband with Bettina's Best Recipes, 1917
It’s the week between Christmas and New Year’s Day aka “It’s OK to Accomplish Absolutely Nothing” week! Yay! ~Aaron Caycedo-Kimura, INFJoe, @infjoecartoons, Instagram post, 2019, aaroncaycedokimura.com
Farewell, old year; we walk no more together;
I catch the sweetness of thy latest sigh...
Here in the dim light of a grey December
We part in smiles, and yet we met in tears;
Watching thy chilly dawn, I well remember...
~Sarah Doudney (1841–1926), "A Parting"
[I]t may interest those who wish to marry to know that the luckiest day and month for marriages is by superstitious people held to be the thirty-first of December. ~"All the Year Round: December," All the Year Round: A Weekly Journal Conducted by Charles Dickens, 1887
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