I'm asking.
Not telling.
I had a dream xmas night that I woke up to spring on December 26th. Fat little buds on trees. Daffodils, tulips, crocuses. Unfortunately, I woke up to December, followed inevitably by January, February, March. I won't wear sandals until July.
Xmas should be at the end of winter, not the beginning. Once the holidays are over, the lights come down and there's nothing to anticipate. No more mittens to knit or gingerbreads to bake. Instead you're supposed to pine for sun and pledge to set your alarm an hour early to go running in the dark. Whatever.
What is left to celebrate in January?
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