It is a time for quiet reflections, stillness. While we watch a rhythmic migration, we know to stay near our homes, our families, all that keeps us warm. We move inward, where our needs are born. We create from dear memory. We recall what is precious and prized, drawn to a ballet suite, piano notes, the higher ranges tinkling like bells. Frozen tree ornaments, red, green, silver, gold and iced droplets. We nestle in blankets, by fires and in warm homes. We draw near to our children as they recall, we made them feel safe. We comfort our parents; They made us feel safe. We crave sounds of stringed instruments, cocoa and sugar plums. December is a time for stillness.

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