The Christian Bible is a symbolic book, not a literal one. The one Christians know as Jesus was actually a symbol for the sun. Ancient sun worshippers believed the sun died at the end of the winter solstice and then three days later it would be reborn at the start of its cycle – December 25.

I represented Wall Street, as a senator from New York, and I went to Wall Street in December of 2007 – before the big crash that we had – I basically said, ‘Cut it out! Quit foreclosing on homes! Quit engaging in these kinds of speculative behaviors.’

I don’t mean to burst anyone’s bubble, but there is no scriptural or historical basisfor December 25th actually being the day that Jesus was born.

For more than a decade, I led an organization that put on an elaborate Christmas program each December. It was a big production, with over 250 people participating in more than 20 performances. By the end of the season, everyone who participated was exhausted.

My December is typically one big, sweaty ‘wintry mix’ blur, not a punch-laden, heartwarming mixer.

I was nine or 10 years old and my father was sacked on Christmas Day. He was a manager, the results had not been good, he lost a game on December 22 or 23. On Christmas Day, the telephone rang and he was sacked in the middle of our lunch.

As we struggle with shopping lists and invitations, compounded by December’s bad weather, it is good to be reminded that there are people in our lives who are worth this aggravation, and people to whom we are worth the same.

In cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.

I heard a bird sing in the dark of december. A magical thing. And sweet to remember. We are nearer to spring than we were in september. I heard a bird sing in the dark of december.

On December 5, 1941, Chicago led a task force built around the carrier Lexington to Midway Island, at the western end of the Hawaiian Islands, about 1,000 miles from Pearl Harbor.

If cold December gave you birth, The month of snow and ice and mirth, Place on you hand a Turquoise blue, Success will bless whate’er you do.

Just as a dancer, turning and turning, may fill the dusty light with the soft swirl of her flying skirts, our weeping willow — now old and broken , creaking in the breeze — turns slowly, slowly in the winter sun, sweeping the rusty roof of the barn with the pale blue lacework of her shadow.

On the eighteenth of December 1972, when we thought we were getting another of the hundreds of little tactical air raids, we heard the bombs going in out there in the railroad yards and this went on for about thirty minutes.

It is the middle of December now, and we are about to travel to Switzerland – where we plan to ski a little, relax a little, and shoot a Dutch politician a little.

What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen,
What old December’s bareness everywhere!

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.

I trained with Jorge Masvidal when I’ve been training MMA for 2-1/2 months in Coconut Creek, Fla., in, like, December 2008. I was beating him up then!

In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

I miss being in barbados in december,
that is a time I always remember,
the smell of varnish on the wooden floors,
and the smell of paint on the wooden doors
the crowds in de supermarket,
buying up the rum,
and the music blasting
puh rup a pum pum.

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.

I’ve come to believe that whoever I am didn’t start on December 14, 1946, and isn’t going to end on whatever that mysterious date is in the future

Yesterday, December seventh, 1941, a date which will live in infamy, the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan. We will gain the inevitable triumph, so help us God.

Every December, I host a tree-trimming party. I serve chili with cornbread and lots of good wine. It’s a wonderful party, and it shows how much adults like to play.

If it’s December 1941 in Casablanca, what time is it in New York?

Outside the house it was storming, a busy downfall of flakes that the wind blew lightly across acres of old snow left from December.

December 25th has become guilt and obligation.

When dark December glooms the day, and takes our autumn joys away.

I was born on the eighteenth of December, 1935, in the town Bourg-en-Bresse, about thirty miles northeast of Lyon, the second of three sons of Jeanne and Jean-Victor Pepin. Weighing only two and one half pounds, I nearly died at birth.

I’ve come to sing you a song called december.

Yesterday, December seventh, 1941, a date which will live in infamy, the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.

After the bombing of Pearl Harbor, December 7, 1941, the United States would enter, in a formal way, what had been up to that date strictly a European conflict. Marcus Garvey’s prophecy about the European scramble to maintain dominance over the whole world was now a reality.

I watched you storm towards the restaurant door. It was a chilly december morning and the birds sitting on the high wires in the neighborhood refused to fly any longer.

It’s been said that Bill Gates has come up with something that’ll be released in December that’s gonna put a lid on counterfeiting. If that’s a fact then it’s really interesting to own your own product – with all the potential methods of downloading.

A manager’s job is simple. For one hundred sixty-two games you try not to screw up all that smart stuff your organization did last December.

On the evening of December 25, General Washington in a most severe season crossed the Delaware with a part of his army, then reduced to less than 2000 men in the whole.

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.

I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
‘We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,’
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.

Remember This December, That love weighs more than gold!

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

I think of John every day. I do try to block it, but December 8th is not the only day I think of him.

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.

There’s something super special about december.

I’m projecting somewhere between 100 million and 200 million computers on the Net by the end of December 2000, and about 300 million users by that same time.

Cold in the earth and fifteen wild Decembers, From those brown hills, have melted into spring.

On the 1st day of December, 1830, I was confirmed, and in accordance with the word of the Lord I was ordained an Elder under the hands of the Prophet.

There was warmth in his large piercing brown eyes. The kind of warmth that tucks a child into bed. The same kind of warmth that dries your wet hair on a rainy december afternoon.

I get excited for big games in December.

I detest ‘Jingle Bells,’ ‘White Christmas,’ ‘Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer,’ and the obscene spending bonanza that nowadays seems to occupy not just December, but November and much of October, too.

December was a horrible month.

There is october in every november and there is november in every december! all seasons melted in each other’s life!.

I have forgotten much, but still remember The poinsiana’s red, blood-red in warm December.

I know. I’m lazy. But I made myself a New Years resolution that I would write myself something really special. Which means I have ’til December, right?

December, being the last month of the year, cannot help but make us think of what is to come.

When I was a child, my December weekends were spent making cards, decorating the tree, hanging the wreath and preparing brandy butter and peppermint creams.

The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon.

I have lived with passion and in a hurry, trying to accomplish too many things. I never had time to think about my beliefs until my 28-year-old daughter Paula fell ill. She was in a coma for a year, and I took care of her at home until she died in my arms in December of 1992.

May and october, the best-smelling months? i’ll make a case for december: evergreen, frost, wood smoke, cinnamon.

The autumn air is clear,
The autumn moon is bright.
Fallen leaves gather and scatter,
The jackdaw perches and starts anew.
We think of each other- when will we meet?
This hour, this night, my feelings are hard.

December is the toughest month of the year. Others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, October, August, and February.

The cold is coming. December’s winter solstice. Start of the season.

How did it get so late so soon?.

My brothers and sisters, true love is a reflection of the Savior’s love. In December of each year we call it the Christmas spirit. You can hear it. You can see it. You can feel it.

There must be something ghostly in the air of christmas — something about the close, muggy atmosphere that draws up the ghosts, like the dampness of the summer rains brings out the frogs and snails.

Will you love me in December as you do in May?

Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

When December comes, can ‘The Nutcracker’ be far behind? No, it can’t – not in America, anyway.

I would anticipate that the Electoral College will be held on the 13th of December, and our 20 electorate votes will go to the certified winner.

On December 18, 1940, Hitler signed Directive Number 21, better known as Operation Barbarossa.

At the Imperial Conference on December 1, it was decided to make war against England and the United States.

It was december, I had never felt so cold, the eel soup lay heavy on my stomach, I was afraid i’d die, I turned aside to vomit, I envied them.

I think the Civil Rights Movement changed that trajectory for me. The first thing I did was leave school. I was suspended for my participation in Movement demonstrations in my hometown, December, 1961

The crisp path through the field in this december snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast.

December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory…

My favorite traditional Christmas movie that I like to watch is All Quiet on the Western Front. It’s just not December without that movie in my house.

It is never over, though we are in december!.

By december an elastic skin of ice reached out hundreds of miles into the sea, rolling with every wave.

It is december, and nobody asked if I was ready.

As for September 11, let us not too easily grant the Americans possession of that date on the calendar. Like May 1 or July 14 or December 25, September 11 may seem full of significance to some people, while to other people it is just another day.

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

Someone asked me when is my birthday?
the poet inside me replied,
“my birthday is on the last day of the year,
it’s 31st december my dear!.

I blink january’s lashes
and gush down december’s cheeks.

I never had time to think about my beliefs until my 28-year-old daughter Paula fell ill. She was in a coma for a year, and I took care of her at home until she died in my arms in December of 1992.

People can’t concentrate properly on blowing other people to pieces if their minds are poisoned by thoughts suitable to the twenty-fifth of December.

It was snowing. It was always snowing at christmas. December, in my memory, is white as lapland, though there were no reindeers. But there were cats.