Why I love the month of December (standard:Inspirational stories, 903 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Nov 27 2011	Views/Reads: 3073/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
It was a wise person who divided the year into 12 months. I really do not know who came up with this idea but let me go on record in saying that it was a good one. Each month seems to have its own peculiar value. Some months are better than others.

It was a wise person who divided the year into 12 months. I really do
not know who came up with this idea but let me go on record in saying 
that it was a good one. Each month seems to have its own peculiar 
value. Some months are better than others. 

For example, I am not a member of January's fan club. I am not sure if
it is the longest month of the year but at times, it sure seems to be. 
I mean, after all of the excitement typically leading up to the month 
of January, is it any wonder it seems to be such a dull month. 

I could say many things about some of the other months of the year but I
really have to say that my favorite month of the year has to be 
December. Maybe this goes back to when I was a youngster and looked 
forward to the Christmas holiday. I am not sure because the Christmas 
holiday does not hold that much of a fascination for me. I think it 
began to wane when I had to foot the bill for all of the Christmas 
activity. 

I do not love December because of the shopping. Right after Thanksgiving
the shopping frenzy begins and this year several people lost their 
lives. Is it crazy to go out shopping like this when everybody else is 
out there with the fierce intent of buying something and you had better 
not get in his or her way? On the other hand, do all the crazy people 
go shopping? 

Well, I am one crazy person that does not go out and join the rest. I
just do not like shopping. The month of December is one of the high 
shopping months of the year. It did not get the reputation because of 
my shopping activity. 

This past week the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage asked me if I
wanted to join her in a shopping spree. Without thinking, which is my 
normal modus operandi, I said, "I'd rather be punched in the nose." 

WACK! 

When I came to, I pondered the fact that my wife is so literal when I am
trying to be metaphorical. My nose is doing nicely, thank you. 

Therefore, I do not like shopping. The month of December is more than
extravagant shopping with crazy people. 

One of my favorite songs of the season is, "Tis the season to be jolly."
I like jolly. During the Christmas season, everybody enjoys seeing 
jolly people. I like to exploit the jolliness of my nature. I may not 
be Santa, but I sure could pass as his twin brother. Do not think I 
have not exploited that part of my character. 

During the holiday season in the month of December, nobody bothers about
your weight. In fact, everybody seems to enjoy seeing the jolly old man 
who is slightly overweight. I cannot tell you how many times when out 
in public during the month of December the people come up to me and 
said, "Here's my list. Don't forget me." At first, I did not quite 
understand what they were doing. Now as they place that sacred list in 
my hand I look at them and say, "Ho, ho, ho." Everybody seems to enjoy 
that. 

Of course, it can go too far. One time after my Santa impression, I
happened to sit down and before long, there was a line of youngsters 
wanting to sit on my lap. I have since retired my Santa impression, 
especially when in public. 

What I like about December is that nobody, and when I say nobody I am
referencing my wife, worries about diets. All year long, my wife is 
faithful in reminding me, "That's not on your diet. Put it down." I 
would say it is like a broken record but nobody knows what a record is 
anymore let alone a broken one. 

During the holiday in December she is too busy baking pies and cookies
for relatives and friends to think about my diet. Oh, how I love 
December. 

Perchance somebody in the course of a conversation brings up the subject
of diets; the month of December is a great ready-made excuse for me. 

"I start my diet," I say with the upmost confidence to anybody
inquiring, "next month." 

It is amazing to me that "next month" is never December. And so, during
the month of December I only look forward to my diet. It would be 
wrong, absolutely wrong, to begin a diet in December. If a person would 
do that, what do they do for a New Year's resolution? 

The month of December is a time to relax and just enjoy the season. By
enjoying the season, I am thinking of those delicious Christmas cookies 
baking in the oven, in the kitchen, in my presence. It would be a shame 
not to taste one. After all, what if they were no good? What if this 
batch of cookies, baking in the oven right now, turned out to be bad? 
It is my patriotic duty to ensure that those Christmas cookies are 
delicious. 

For me, December is a very sacred purpose. Solomon, the wisest man who
ever lived, said, "To every thing there is a season, and a time to 
every purpose under the heaven" (Ecclesiastes 3:1 KJV). 

My purpose is to exploit the entire month of December. 


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