It occurs on the shortest day or longest night of the year, sometimes said to astronomically mark the beginning or middle of a hemisphere's winter.
The word solstice derives from Latin, Winter Solstice meaning Sun set still in winter.
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December is the twelfth and final month of the Gregorian calendar and the first month of winter.
It derives it's name from the Latin word decem, meaning ten, as December was the tenth month of the oldest Roman calendar.
The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me. Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,) You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.Kiplimo Kimutai finished a close second in .55 while David Wachira was fourth in .43.Meanwhile in a swing of things - Three-time world 4-km cross-country champion, Edith Masai has been included in the Kenya team for the August Olympic Games in Athens, Greece, officials said yesterday.The Latin name is derived from Decima, the middle Goddess of the Three Fates who personifies the present.December was originally the 10th month in the Roman calendar.The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn, The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides, The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun. 3 I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.