hello, December.

...you're finally here. all your siblings had come and gone, and you're finally here again.

you frighten me, December. you always make everything so dramatic, because we're nearing the end again and we'll be seeing January soon, you always make it seem like a big deal to see you. i don't really like it. everyone is talking about Christmas and the New Year, and if anything happens when you're around, it always seem so much more significant.

because it's you, December.

it's when we finally take the time to rest, to look back at how we were with your eleven other siblings, to think of the things we had accomplished and not accomplished this year, to draft another pointless New Year's resolution list that we will never finish, to stop, and to remember. you make us remember, dear December.

when a heart breaks with you around, it seems to ache so much more.
when a relationship is mended with you around, it seem to feel so much more lasting and hopeful.
when desperate drives someone mad, all hope seems to be more lost than ever.
when a car breaks down, or a loved one is lost, or an anniversary is celebrated--you seem to just add so much more meaning into everything.

maybe it's just us, December.

you're kind of important to us. you're the last of your siblings we would see, and you would always remind us of all the things we had done with your eleven other siblings--good or bad, we try to laugh at it all. you'll be gone real soon, right? you always make such a dramatic exit, welcoming your eldest brother, January, with so much flair.

stay a while, December.

don't go by too fast. play with us. sit by the ocean with us. laugh with us. please, stay a while.