Well, it’s that time of year again. 

You know, some people say, “10 months for 2,”

but I think of two different months when I say it.

I’d prefer a day full of joy and light and color, however cold,

to a hot, sweltering, eight weeks of nothing.

Maybe, it’s just because I’m a fan of tradition.

It’s so sad when the stars don’t align and traditions can’t happen;

the stars have been all over the place lately.

I cherish every party and every gift exchange,

every song and every cookie.

I guess what I’m just trying to say

is that I’m glad we can have a good old-fashioned winter again.