Why does everyone go on about how much they hate January? I love January. It's my favourite month. There are so few expectations of joy and happiness that I, personally, love it.
I can be as depressed as I like. No-one invites you out for dinner, or to a party, or anything. It's great!
And I always find the run-up to Christmas a tiny bit like the run-up to the end of the world. Quick, quick, quick... got to get everything done by this looming deadline. And you hold your breath and do it all and sort of expect the sky to fall on your head. But then January 2 and 3 and 4 roll around in the usual fashion and you feel like you've been given a second chance at life.
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