Never have I been so happy to tell a month, “Don’t let the door hit ya where the Good Lord split ya” (as Doc says). November, you were pretty rough. And while that’s more the fault of my fellow Americans more than the calendar, I don’t have fond memories of you.

Instead, I want to buy in to all the things marketing tells me December can be: love and joy, smiling at strangers, snowy forests, candles. A fresh start.  And peace on earth.

Rockwell Kent, Christmas (1954)

It’s worth a try, right?