"Strange, isn't it? Each man's life touches so many other lives. When he isn't around he leaves an awful hole, doesn't he?"

It's that time of year again. Here's to wintertime celebrations with those we love and moments spent missing those that are no longer in our lives.

Let's hope that I can squeeze in some hot chocolate and Christmas movies and reminiscing among all those essays I still have to write. Oh, December, you may be the death of me.