December

A small boy zipped up his wool jacket and made sure a hat covered his ears. He pulled on his gloves, removed the top from his mother’s empty glass canning jar and rushed outside. Below zero, he took a deep breath and blew out, seeing his white breath hanging in the air, quickly moved the wide mouth bottle over it and screwed the top back on. He rushed back in and showed the bottle to his mother, “What do you have in there honey?”

He answered, “December.”

The happy kid, outside again, removed the top of the bottle. The Month drifted out. He thought it best, soon it would be Christmas.