December.December.It is December. I can't believe it came so fast.I can barely remember some of the events that happened in December, but I love it all the same.We are in your grandmother's kitchen. John Mayer is playing in my headphones, and your hands are in mine. "I'm going to teach you how to slow dance." I am overjoyed, but a little scared. I'm not at all for dancing, but you are patient. I keep stepping on your toes and I'm clumsy. But this is amazing. You make every fantasy a reality.It is a few days before Christmas, now. It is time to exchange our Christmas gifts. I've put a lot of work into mine, but I am so excited to see what you've gotten me. The first gift is a small paper cube with pictures of us on each side. It is so well-thought out and it makes me really happy to know you cherish every memory as I do. The second gift is neatly wrapped and feels like plastic. I'm curious, and I rip off the paper gently. A pair of headphones is revealed, white with green rims. I am beaming.