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December

December is hands down my favourite month of the year. There's always so much to do. Parties to go to, people to meet, clothes to buy and food to eat.

But I haven't really been feeling like it's December yet. Almost christmas that too. Until today that is. I stumbled across a blog, Finding La Dolce Vita and I heard We wish you a Merry Christmas.

Finally, I'm in the spirit of the season. Woohoo..

Also, on a completely unrelated matter, is there anything hotter than a guy who dances well?

Seriously, is there?

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Over Rated said…
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Maryann said…
Fantastic! Merry Christmas!
Homecooked said…
Now which guy are we talking about now ;) Just kidding...let me take my nose out of your business. Yeah Dec is my fav mth too...theres so much of joyful anticipation around.
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Maryann- Thank you.

@ Homecooked: No no, it isn't any guy in particular. It's just in general. Guys who move well and have a sense of rhythm always get my attention. :D
Sankoobaba said…
December welcome's winter...
and i dislike winter...
so i not particularly happy...
it gets so ..damn..cold...
i like the hot hot sun..anyday...and rains but not winter...
in winter my brain freezes..!!!

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