December swoops in like a mischievous guest at Diwali, her very name—di-SEM-bur—rooted in the Latin decem as the grand tenth month of early Rome’s calendar. She carries the hush of jasmine-scented dawns in Delhi, the playful sparkle of street lamps dancing on frost-kissed windows in Kolkata, and the cozy comfort of masala chai cradled in tiny porcelain cups. With a wink from Sagittarius’s arrow and a nod from Capricorn’s steadfast goat, December unfolds like a twelve-line poem that melds wanderlust with grounded warmth. More than just the closing chapter of the year, she’s a confetti-burst of hope that turns endings into glittering gateways, urging us to whisper her name and spin the world toward fresh beginnings. In her embrace, every moment feels like wind-chimes tinkling in a chilly breeze—bright, spirited, and brimming with promise.