This year for Christmas, I’m going to give myself a present, wrapped up in a challenge. I didn’t even really attempt NaBloPoMo, and my NaNoWriMo project stalled at the 2,000 word mark.

So I’m resolving to write a post for every day of December, up to Christmas (and perhaps beyond, to the new year), with each post being a reflection on the number of the day.

Today is day one. The first day of December. A day full of shining promises of the joyful holiday season.

The first of anything is momentous. The number “1” is thus full of promises, sweet whispers of pleasure to come.

It signifies fresh starts, new beginnings, a clean future.

“One” is hope.