Mr January

January, you come in to applause, As you nod goodbye to Santa Claus. No other month is hailed like you. You take for granted that's what we do. Sometimes you're calm and sometimes wild. Sometimes you're loved, sometimes reviled. Depending on where in the world you be, You are hated or loved, Mr. January. In the North you're sure to come in cold With brashness and a manner bold. You save good manners for the South When only warmth comes from your mouth. We in the North will shut you out. You can stay outside to rant and shout. To us you're not a welcome guest. You can be in fact, a dreadful pest.