January Nightmare is a poem about how the holidays effect us even though we enjoy them immensely. January is always cold here in Missouri and usually snowy or wet. In January one feels the letdown of the holidays being done. One year I put all these feelings to verse and this is the finished product.

 

 

January Nightmare

January, January, what's wrong with thee?
We celebrated Christmas, we had a big tree;
We saw in the New Year with lots of glee;
But come January and we fall to our knees.

For some odd reason everyone is ill,
The snow and the wind just won't be still;
The temperature drops with a terrible chill,
And our bodies with medicine have had their fill.

Our money's gone since the last holiday,
But come month's end we'll soon get our pay;
Then, in February, we will once again play,
If only we could see January's last day.

So hurry, please January, get out of here,
Let us get on with this wonderful year.
February brings hearts and lots of good cheer,
But you, ole January, fill us with fear.