Christmas is coming. I think February should hurry the hell up.
p.s.
I know I'm not a prose writer. I am oh-so-aware. This was gonna be a poem, but the line breaks began to get intrusive. Kinda like Christmas.
p.p.s.
Pleeeeeease don't hate on me for not being a Bible-toter. No offense meant, and I don't want any bashing of religious folks, either.

I like this. You do prose just fine.
Just wanted others to know it, too. (:
Ha. Hey, thanks, you.