January: We Love You
Oh sweet January, how we love you, how we love you, how we love you! You are always there for us to give us hope. You are sitting there, always well-dressed ready to tell us that we're going to hit the lotto. You are so damned convincing too. You never stutter when you put your arm around our shoulder and tell us to keep pushing ahead and things will get better. You are never blamed for anything. You are the ticket-taker at Disneyland. You allow us to dream again. December was so fast, she didn't allow us to even see her. She was all about money and didn't really want to slow down and see the lights. But January, you are different. We can breathe together. It's a different winter air. It's not grey now, it's more white, with the thoughts of spring on the way.
You are the finish line that the runner seeks, you are the start of a great motion picture. You have no reason to be sad. You are the new. But what you fail to realize, sweet January, is that I want you all year. Not just once. Not only for a fresh start, but a fresh finish. If I can have every day feel like your first day, January, I'd be inspired each and every day. So now I must make the most of you, January. As I am supposed to do, January, the rest of all the days of the year!