"your snowmen lead tragic lives."
"well, they're not very bright."
Martius, ho! Whether our gregorian-refined calendar reflects it or not, March is the beginning of MY year. I suppose i'm jumping the gun, as the vernal equinox will occur around the 21st of the month, and the old school calendars recognized the 25th as new year's day, but oh well. The first will begin my twenty second year of being, and there's nothing Julius Caesar can do about it. This month, the month named after Mars, the war god, and considered a lucky time to start a war (and perhaps it's also coincidence that Marching is defined as "a method of movement of military personnel in formation"), serves as the usher to my entrance. Rather aggressive traits to be attached to the season of rebirth and growth... So how, exactly, does one celebrate this time of renewal, warmer weather, new life, and war? Alcohol! God bless you, St. Patrick!