My month is arriving

December... I must have been born in December. It's really my month.

Rain, cold, green, cozy light, bright sun, drewdrops, frost. Bonets, scarves, coats, wool socks. Fireplace, chestnuts, quiet conversations, warm blankets, hot chocolate, coffe, tea...

And Christmas! Christmas. The preparations, the decorations, the Christmas Tree, the Christmas Eve, the King Cake, the typical sweets, the octopus, the codfish, the kales, the goatling and all the typical food.
The cosiness, the children's laugh, the adults conversations. Being united, the spirit which rises. The burning candles, the advent calendar, the gifts made and offered with love.
And Jesus. We don't know in which month He was born but we chose to celebrate it in December. It's because of Him that we join together and all those good values that we talk about during this season make sense. That's why Christmas is when men want, and I wish men wanted it everyday! After all, if God knew that our biggest need was for money, He would had sent us an economist. If for good looking, a beautician. If for big and good houses, a builder. And so on. But He knew that our biggest need was an interior need, in the level of happiness, peace, love, mercy, joy, altruism, hope, eternal life. That's why He sent us a Saviour. For us to reconcile with ourselves and with each other.
Does anyone thing about this in our days?