letter to december

Dear December,

I must apologize to you as I believed you were, for the most part, predictable. In my past four winters here you have delivered snow and ice, wind, the not quite bitter cold, mostly typical winter weather. I counted on you for this staid ability and assumed you were comfortable in your position as he who ushers in the colder months, the ones that we curse as we slip, slide and fall into horrible driving conditions and an overall gloomy sense of being. I should have realized, though, December, the contradictions you inhabit. After all, you present us with the season of gifts, the spirit of hope and time we spend with our families. Of course, all of these things bring us stress and insanity and suddenly the holidays seem the furthest thing from wonderful. However, this is a human fault December, and you are not to be blamed for our greed and overall extreme way of living.

I must confess that I have been surprised by you in these first few weeks of winter. You are quite unpredictable with snow and rain, under 20 degree weather one day and then a day of almost warmth. I'm not sure what to make of you. Perhaps you are simply expressing yourself differently today than most days. Maybe you're tired of the Christmas jingles and are trying to throw us off. Whatever it is, I like it.

And just as suddenly, you will change. The weather guys say so, anyway. I say you resist, December and stay nice just a little bit longer. What'd ya say?