"...and all Decembers before"
Aaron's voice soared, naked, clear, but unsure of its strength [...] The others rose a beat later and clustered his tinsel call, and I felt December coming with footsteps that shook the pavements, and all Decembers before, and the way that, at midnight Mass, Christmas sometimes seems so sad to me, a giant bedecked with crosses and stars and berries and robins frozen to death.
from The Opposite House by Helen Oyeyemi