January comes in to applause,
As he nods goodbye to Santa Claus.
No other month is hailed like he.
He thinks that is how it should be.
Sometimes he’s calm and sometimes wild.
Sometimes he’s loved, sometimes reviled.
Depending on where in the world you be,
You may hate or love, Mr. January.
In the North he’s sure to come in cold
With brashness and a manner bold.
He saves good manners for the South
When only warmth comes from his mouth.
We in the North will shut him out.
He stays outside to rant and shout.
To us he’s not a welcome guest.
He can be in fact, a dreadful pest.
By: Joyce Johnson 1/1/2012 Won first in contest
For Nette’s contest “Personification of January.”