December Title Contest


So, for all my American readers who are recovering from the tryptophan-and-carb coma of yesterday, and for all my non-American readers who are simply happy that it's Friday, it's time for the December title contest: post your favorite pithy quote that contains the word "December" in the comments, and the best one (as adjudged by moi) gets both their quote up in the title bar and their site will receive top billing in the permalinks for the entire month of December (remember, that's 31 days for the price of 30!).

And while you're at it, you might want to buy a T-shirt for all the rockstars in your life.


Well, since I didn't turn into an attractive female over the past 30 days I don't really see the point of entering.

But anyway...

"Within her bosom is September, but in her heart a cold December." -Unknown

"I've had this plan for many years but now I can't remember. I wanted to assassinate December." -Teenage Fanclub

"Only hope will remember burning flames in December." -Weezer

Hey, October's winner wasn't an attractive female...

"Cold in the earth - and fifteen wild Decembers" - Emily Bronte.

This is from Bronisław Maj, one of my favorite poets (who happens to be Polish). I know it's too long, but here's a Saturday poetry moment anyway ... as my grandfather always said, "Can't hurt."

Left Over

It passes - without sentiment and metaphysics.
I cut across the Rynek. On Szpitalna Street
glum workers, drunk from the morning,
lazily wreck an old town house, left over
from Polish days. The brick dust sinks in the mud
on the street. It’s December, Tuesday, not long till
the holidays.

from “In Drear-Nighted December”
by John Keats

In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne'er remember
Apollo’s summer look;

this is the first thing that popped into my head - just took me back a decade... Edie Brickell:

"I remember you put a chill across my face like the air of December..."

O! Who can wallow naked in December snow
By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?

~ Shakespeare (Richard II)

"A long December, and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leavin'
Now the days go by so fast"

from "A Long December" Counting Crows

It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert --
You're living for nothing now; I hope you're keeping some kind of record.

-Leonard Cohen, "Famous Blue Raincoat"


When my hair has all turned gray
Will you kiss me then and say
That you love me in December as you do in May?

- They Might Be Giants

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