Christmas

Normally, the month just…ends. But November? November halts. The world halts. For the snowflakes that are like gentle, silent fireworks. December is here, and December is loud. Not harsh, but rather like, Trains in the distance, Or people whistling across a grocery store. Christmas is waiting, solidly, but smiling. Christmas comes like a snowflake that lands perfectly. Family, friends. All landing perfectly. There is a sense of completeness, on Christmas Day. I always feel changed, on Christmas. I write my resolutions. I dream my future. With friends, that I promised to see again soon. January. The snow is done falling, and it’s clumpy and dirty. I got an alarm clock for Christmas. I set it every day.