Dear December,
How does it feel to be back after eleven,
The number.
I kinda miss you, dude.
I remember
All the beautiful things—plus Amanda,
That amazing princess from Rwanda.
I still got her number,
But I don’t call, ’cause I’m scared of her mother.
Hey December,
Hope you came full.
I still got space that needs filling—
No kidding.
That girl you promised—hope she’s willing.
But listen,
She’s gotta be pretty and feeling,
And I’m not kidding.
December,
Remember all those goals we wrote down?
I’m sorry, but I missed a few.
2024 hasn’t been perfect, dude,
But I did my best, though.
And right now,
I eagerly wait till you turn thirty-one,
‘Cause then we can rewrite them for 2025.
Dear December,
It’s five,
And I gotta prepare to step out and hive.
So see you at twenty-five.
I got great plans—Christmas is alive!
Till then, bye.
Your buddy,
–Clem
