Meanwhile, here we are in December. Remember that December is the last month of the year. He comes to us all quivering, eager to make his little impact, like each of the other months before him. December has strong arguments to make: it’s the month before Christmas, then Christmas, then after Christmas then the end of the year, what emotions, my God, what emotions! The fact remains that he has against him, precisely, being the last. Before him, we saw all the colors, we experienced highs (the Olympics) and lots of lows (everything else). We want it to end this year which has put our nerves on edge. We want to move on to something else. And to give the coming year a chance, right now.
Come on, push yourself, December, you don’t see that you’re in the way, you don’t see that you’re in the way, January is honking behind you to get his place. Anyway, 2024 is over, game is over, come on, get out, we want to see what 2025 will look like. This is our masochistic side, we have the impatience of those who know that they are going to ‘take one. What we want is to get rid of 2024 and that’s it. But December, in a small, timid voice, defends himself: Hey, wait, you’ll see! The candles, the trees, the decorations, the gifts, New Year’s Eve, the log, the children, all that! The magic of December, that is. No ? You will see: you will regret me. Yes, that’s it. Come on, bye-bye!
