December

December is the twelfth and last month of the year in the Julian and Gregorian Calendars. It is the month with the shortest daylight hours of the year in the Northern Hemisphere and the longest daylight hours of the year in the Southern Hemisphere. December in the Northern Hemisphere is the seasonal equivalent to June in the Southern Hemisphere and vice versa.

Quotes

 * In December I'll make your block feel like summer.
 * 50 Cent, "What Up Gangsta" (2003), Get Rich or Die Tryin&zwj;'&zwj;, New York: Shady Records


 * 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.
 * , "December" (1872), stanza 8, in The Bird and the Bell, with Other Poems (Boston: James R. Osgood and Company, 1875), p. 191.


 * In cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
 * Alexander Pope, The Dunciad (1728 to 1743), Book I, line 77.


 * 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 (1611), Act III, scene 3, line 36.

Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations

 * Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 184.


 * Only the sea intoning, Only the wainscot-mouse, Only the wild wind moaning  Over the lonely house.
 * Thomas Bailey Aldrich, December, 1863.


 * Wild was the day; the wintry sea Moaned sadly on New England's strand, When first the thoughtful and the free,  Our fathers, trod the desert land.
 * William Cullen Bryant, The Twenty-second of December.


 * Shout now! The months with loud acclaim, Take up the cry and send it forth; May breathing sweet her Spring perfumes,  November thundering from the North. With hands upraised, as with one voice,  They join their notes in grand accord; Hail to December! say they all,  It gave to Earth our Christ the Lord!
 * J. K. Hoyt, The Meeting of the Months.


 * In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember  Apollo's summer look; But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting  About the frozen time
 * John Keats, Stanzas.


 * The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon.
 * John Greenleaf Whittier, Snow-Bound.