Its the new year its wrapped in Christmas paper, its bottled as hope

Hope for better

Hope for wiser

Hope for changes

Its flavor is mellow and warm and thankful like mulled wine on a
frosty evening

Its smell is sharp and clear with a hint of a favorite perfume

Its touch is clean and new and shiny

Its 2011

Its a place in the future, its now

But I am certain of what I cannot see

Hope filled in what I know

That faith and love, like steel, will run through the back bone of the moments and days and months of 2011 so whatever it becomes for me and my family we will stand and when all else has been done. Still stand.