Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat. — Sara Coleridge Copy Share Image
Do your heart and head keep pace? When does hoary Love expire, When do frosts put out the fire? Can its embers… — Edmund Clarence Stedman Copy Share Image
“A chill December morning dawned, with rags and tatters of mist hanging on the trees like poor people’s washing.” — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
