I do not want a session Of holiday depression I need no such digression So this is my confession Now as hard for me to be Christmas-y somehow you see For I would just as soon not Remember in December What November just forgot But January comes when Succeeding in succession Then I can forget again Tonight the night is longer But when the light is stronger January comes for me Though trying to be merry In a war on me I lose And a battle I refuse To be or not to be what I hope for January +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII