Time to put the to-do list aside and honor the season
And now, as always, the annual obligatory homage to “A Visit from St. Nicholas” by Clement Clarke Moore — as told by jolly ol’ PK.
‘Twas three nights before Christmas
When all through the casa
I was losing my grip
Like a falling Mufasa.
The wedding soup was
made,
As were the lasagnas.
But the still-unwrapped presents
Were like circling piranhas.
And then there was also
The thought of biscotti
That I had yet to make;
Man, I needed a hot toddy!
For the pressure of all
That remained on my plate
Was causing my head
And my stomach to ache.
To be honest,
I was still pretty angry at me
For sending out e-cards
Versus real ones, you see.
Somehow this year Christmas
Had clearly arrived
So fast; it was literally
Causing me hives!
Every year it gets harder
To get everything done
Perhaps it’s because
I am no longer young?
Or maybe the sadness
Of all the bad news
From cruelty to corruption
Was the cause of my blues?
In fact, long before
I had put up my tree,
I stopped watching newscasts
On any TV.
Instead I have chosen
The sweet Hallmark channel
Over screaming politicians
And agenda-filled panels.
With the nation upended
By all the contention
I have consciously avoided
Much related dissension.
Because everyday life
Can be a challenge to bear
Without borrowing trouble,
Sadness, grief or despair.
Which brings me right back
To the absolute reason
For forcing myself
To remember this season.
Because it’s about
How one sweet baby boy
Was born for redemption
To restore all the joy
That the world had been missing
For eons before…
Hence, his Dad sent him
here
To reopen the door
Of forgiveness, salvation
And joy for all men.
So that He, we and all
Could be pals once again.
As this Wednesday approaches
Just breathe deep, in and
out
And reflect on what
CHRIST-mas is truly about.
And so, as I bake,
Wrap and finish “to-dos”
I am sending the
Merriest of Christmases to you!
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