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The ancient Romans named the first month in their Julian calendar January, in honor of Janus, their God of doors and gates, his month was thought to be the door to the new year. And for over two thousand years hence, the world has celebrated each birth of a new year upon the first day of January. It's a time of joyous anticipation, hoping for better times ahead contemplating a brand-new fresh start. And so, on its eve, people party to forget the past year and make short-lived resolutions for the new year coming, vowing to improve their lives in little ways. In the northern hemisphere January comes draped in a soft shall of fluffy white snow, while in the southern hemisphere, She dons a leafy gown of emerald green. Her arrival is counted down to the second, with grandiose pageantry and unrestrained revelry. And mothers compete to have their babies born upon the stroke of midnight as crowds all around the world count down, for it is considered an honor to be born precisely at the start of the new year. All babies born in the month of January share birthstones of fiery garnets, and birth-flowers of sweet carnations, symbolizing both constancy and beauty. January bids December adieu with a song of Auld Lang Syne.
December counts down
birth of a new year
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