January Blessing Once I wrote a poem about January, And it is so very true; The weather is cold and nasty, And everyone has the flu. The nights are still so long, Holidays are in the past; The best thing about January, Is knowing it won't last. Those who have no hobbies, Of crafting or using thread; Must hate being indoors, And this weather really dread. But there is a light in this month, He was born on Christmas Day; He stays with us in the cold, And warms our hearts His way. I'll be glad to see it go, And spring to closer grow; But while I wait for the flowers, My Jesus I can get to know. We can have coffee and chat, I can read His wonderful book; There isn't a better companion, No matter where I look. January is a blessing, Even when it's hard to see; It's a time to pull away from the world, And spend time with God, you see. Sandra S. Oidtman - 2017