On December 24, did you have a problem with the dog?

Problem solving is hunting. It is savage pleasure and we are born to it.

I have to go see a man about a dog...

In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look; But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time.

When we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how In this our pinching cave shall we discourse The freezing hours away?

In cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.