Or: A Letter to an Abstract Noun
Maybe: A Whimsical Way in Utilizing Apostrophe
Either way, I’m addressing a letter to the month December. I feel like I should, as it’s my favourite out of all the months, though I might be a tad biased because December is my birth month… and it has Christmas. And, not only does it symbolize the end of things, but it also signals in new beginnings.
I would like a few words with you, O Twelfth Month of the Gregorian Calendar. One, I’m glad you’re finally here. I’ve missed you. You’ve been gone an entire year, all right?! The other months just aren’t the same without you. You’re the busiest month for me, particularly this year, because so many things are happening and I’m half spinning out of control and half relaxed because duh it’s December.
My birthday’s coming up, of course, along with Christmas. I’m glad that I was born in this month and do you know why? It’s because I’m a relatively selfish individual yet at the same time I’m extremely shy: I would like a day dedicated to my being alive, but there’s this event at the back of peoples’ minds called Christmas and they’re all hyped up about that too. And I like thinking up of presents for people; it makes me happy. The duality of selfishness and selflessness is an endearing concept.
Also, December, this year I’m going to travel. You provide for me the concrete evidence that no, I’m not alone and yes, I do have family. I do have a culture that I can connect with. I am terribly thrilled to see my friends and family again and feel that camaraderie that seems to be missing these days. I’ve been feeling so out of sorts, you won’t believe how much I’m looking forward to a quick getaway.
December, you better not disappoint me. Yes, I know that you’re presence means January is lining up for his turn but just tell him to calm his horses, all right?! He brings the January Exams with him and I dread the days wherein I have to answer question after question after question. Who cares about inverse functions and working memory models and damn it, I know how to evaluate quotations. Just leave me be, okay? The teachers will be out to get me (and all students alike) but carpe diem, man. Carpe diem.
I have high hopes for you, December. Don’t let me down. Tell your friend November that I’m not happy with him. I feel like I’m asking too much, to be honest, but if people can dish it out on me then I can dish it out on you. It’s a horrible cycle, I know… Still.
I’m counting on you.