I remember, I remember
How my childhood fleeted by, -
The mirth of its December,
And the warmth of its July. [ Praed ]

What should we speak of
When we are old as you?
When we shall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December. [ William Shakespeare ]

Let us fill urns with rose-leaves in our May,
And hive the thrifty sweetness for December. [ Holland ]

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. [ William Shakespeare ]

When dark December glooms the day, and takes our autumn joys away. [ Sir Walter Scott ]