Poor December. So many people have issues with you. You come so fast on the heels of Thanksgiving (especially this year) and we're always unprepared. We've barely had time to enjoy the gourds and Indian corn and now we have to swap them out for wreaths and icicle lights. We're just not ready.
And I hate to be the one to tell you, December, but all those glittery cards and soupy carols notwithstanding, you bring way more stress than peace. Which is not your fault -- we truly don't know how to do holidays well in this country anymore. But still.
Which reminds me. That big blowout party at the end? It usually sucks.
I'm so sorry.
But take heart, December. There's one thing that you're so very good at (besides bringing my birthday around every year.) You're the month of lists. And, honey, people LOVE lists.
Christmas lists. To-do lists. Do-we-have-enough-spinach-dip lists. And all those end-of-the-year Best-Of lists that we pretend to loathe but secretly relish.
Some people love their lists so much, they start them early. Havi offered up her Lentil List on Thanksgiving, and then some of Havi's people shared their own Lentil Lists (one of which was actually an Aleve List.) You can see one of my lists tomorrow over at Out of Hand Art (it's a list in nine stanzas, just because that's how it came out) and while you won't be able to read it until it posts (sometime around 4 a.m.), if you wander over there today you'll get my take on why gentle artful types have a hard time at holiday parties, and what to do about it. Which is pretty appropriate for the season, too.
The Queen of the End-of-the-Year List has to be Colleen at Communicatrix. Every year she posts her amazing 100-Things-I-Learned-This-Year list (here's Part I of last year's) which puts every other list in its category to shame. Truly. And while she hasn't said she's going to do it again this year, she damn well better because I'm counting on her.
Last year I borrowed the idea and wrote my own list of Things I Learned. I didn't have anywhere near 100 items on my list because I'm not a Virgo and I'm kind of lazy. But it was still enlightening, and I'm thinking I might do it again. It's that time of year, people.
December. She's not exactly a secret. We know when to expect her -- it's right there on the calendar. And yet, no matter how many times we travel around the sun, she still catches us by surprise.
It's not her fault. Try to find some reasons to love her. Maybe you can make a list.