Comments on: An Open Letter to December

By: Erin

Erin — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 04:33:15 +0000

Amy: I will never forget the moment when you said, straight-faced, surrounded by all the festive people, “You know, January’s got the highest suicide rate.” Hi-lar-ious. We should definitely do a January party. If I make it to January…

Audrey: I know, I’ve felt the same way. And you’d think, with the recession and all, that the situation would be just the opposite. Denial, much?

Visha: You should start your blog in January, and that should be your first post. So funny!

Becki: Christmas in July sounds great! I will definitely bring the heels with me. The stockings were disappointingly too short. I’ve never been too tall for anything in my life. Except these tights. Which are not supposed to be for children. I don’t know what it is–I was on the low end of the height/weight suggestions for this size, and they aren’t too small in any way other than their height. Oh well…maybe they’ll stretch.

By: Becki

Becki — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 07:06:16 +0000

Maybe we need to institute Christmas in July? That could be fun… I treat my birthday as if it is a holiday. If you’d like to, you can start celebrating it too. You’re bringing those leopard print heels with you for Christmas, right? I hope so. Wear them with the purple tights, please. That would just be too shocking. I’d love it. Do you feel that as you get older, you get more… rebellious? I was just thinking the other day that I wasn’t very rebellious when I was younger, but the older I get, the more daring I become. Hmmm…

By: Zea

Zea — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 00:09:36 +0000

Erin, you are just so wonderful! If I were December, I would totally oblige. And I LOVE that you are wearing your heels.

By: sara

sara — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 10:18:58 +0000

that song! good gracious, me too. completely understand.

and, loved this post =) you should do more of these.

By: Visha

Visha — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 00:15:45 +0000

You should continue this series, send it in to journals. Loved it. E, you are too clever.
I may be inspired to write one to January – poor January; the red-headed step-child of the holidays. One blast at the beginning that either spells pandemonium or revelation for resolution-making or apocalypse-waiting folks. And those with January birthdays, well, folks are always too partied out for merriment, after all those holiday-bashes. And the poor girls, having to dress in stilettos and tinsel for New Years’ – they get sick at the dawn of the month, then complain that the month never ends. I love sweet January – its garnet gems and quit-smoking, lose 15 pounds, stop cussing & be a kinder, gentler person-resolutions, the ones that only last until noon on January 2.

By: Audrey

Audrey — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 21:31:53 +0000

Amen. For some reason, it seems that holiday parties are particularly excessive this year. Not that I mind a good party, but I’m finding myself to feel relatively UNsocial lately. Too bad we don’t have snowstorms in Wilmington, or I’d have a better excuse not to attend these frequent gatherings!

And leopard print heels, Erin? Sha-zam!

By: Amy Warkentien

Amy Warkentien — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 21:19:04 +0000

Yeah! This was so good! Again, what did I say about January. I mean we should have all the parties in January to show off our new clothes and play with our new toys together. Call me… I’ll be doing nothing… because December will be over.