In my opinion, the only thing Winter is good for is Christmas. I love the Holiday Season and everything that leads up to it, but once it hits December 26th, there isn't much to look forward to until Spring Break. The days are long and dark and one drives to school in the dark and returns home in the dark. If it werent for windows, nobody would even know that the sun actually comes up. This poem expresses my feelings of winter and the "month of despair" but maybe expresses them to a greater extreme. I found Atwood to be hilarious. Once I understood the just of the poem, I couldn't agree more with her. During winter, some days the toughest thing to to is to just get up out of one's warm and comfortable bed.
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