You have four weeks left to do something besides bring grief and woe. Four weeks. I'm giving you one final chance, though in my heart I know you are already over. You didn't even really try to be good this year, did you?
I had such high hopes for you and besides a few good things, you have not delivered. Sure, I got a high school graduate and a beautiful granddaughter, but you also brought death and injury and job losses and difficulties galore.
I should write you off now, but I'm willing to give you your final month to straighten up and make all of the crap worthwhile. Four weeks. Do you hear me, 2010? Consider yourself warned. Because if you don't turn yourself around, you will go on record as being the worst year ever.
Take notice. I'm not putting up with any crap next year. You either start off right or I will cancel you! No lie.
That is all.