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Things to love in December

December can be a tough month.  Winter sets in, darkness descending on day as if it has any right to the five o'clock hour.  Back off, nighttime.  I'm not finished wearing my sunglasses yet.  Oh, and winter clothes?  I much prefer you in boxes under the bed, thank you very little. 

Yes, I have been a victim of S.A.D. in years gone past, but this winter, I've resolved to be a fighter.  With that in mind, here are my weapons of winter war, aka things to love in December:

1. The musical delight of Sarah Jarosz, with the energy of early Nickel Creek and the velvet voice of Sarah McLaughlin. 
2. "CleanFlame"--fake firewood made from 100% recycled cardboard boxes.  It lights easy, burns long, and doesn't require Paul Bunyan and his blue ox, Babe, to cut down several trees in order to keep me warm.
3. My grandfather's memory, summarized beautifully by the Times-Picayune here.
4. Yoga.  Any kind, at any hour, even if it means leaving climate-controlled conditions in transit.
5. Hans Rosling and his awesome animated statistics.  Such inspiration is crucial to cold mornings when my duvet is so much more enticing than the walk to my office (or, ehem, my car).
6. Oystahs, because they're so delicious (and in season).  
7. Christmas (and yes, Hanukkah too), because there's nothing I love more than giving gifts.  Except maybe holiday parties.  And getting gifts.  Obviously.
8. My mom, because it's her birthday month, and she's an inspiration all year long.

So, here's to December.  Darkness be damned.  I'm staying sunny all month long.

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  1. Love you Kalink! A breath of fresh positivity in the midst of this crazy December. xo LM

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  2. Great advice sis! Can't wait to light a fire and listen to some tunes with you and the family! Xo, tbo

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  3. Here's to you for being such an inspiration, Caroline! Thank you for sharing your positivity. Love you very much!!

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