Oh, It's You . . .

Well hello there January.

Where on earth did you come from.  I thought you were still December.

My, my, you brought a thick blanket with you.
Your temperature looks dreadful.

Here, let's stoke the fire and see if we can warm you up a bit.

Perhaps the smell of Six Bean Soup with ham
will comfort you while you settle in.

You are welcome old friend.
You always seem to admire our woolen sweaters and cozy quilts.
We serve hot drinks in your honor.
I know you won't be here long before your neighbor February crowds you out not to return for another year.

A very Happy New Year to you all.