It’s the 25th and here in
my house
A creature is stirring—a Logitech mouse,
There could be a real
mouse creeping around,
But way down the hill where grasses
abound.
My
computer just died—the timing was bad!
Moreover
a crash never makes me feel glad.
My replacement laptop now
boasts a webcam,
And has lots more ram—so happy I am!
Holiday wishes shared by
zoom,
Is rather unique for some,
I presume.
However, the welcome
virtual hugs,
Reduce a potential for any humbugs.
Stockings once hung from
the mantelpiece
Are now on my feet, warmed by fleece.
The uncertainty of both
heat and light,
Make socks and candles a welcome
sight.
This year’s table will seat only three,
Family of choice, such good
company.
My mouth is already
watering,
For traditional dishes and
seasoning.
Familiar music sounds good
to my ear,
Rewarding my senses—but never
fear
So do the dishes of holiday
fare,
That throw their aromas into the air.
On the door hangs a fragrant evergreen wreath,
With golden bells hanging around and beneath.
The presents are ready, we did
prepare,
To let others know that we really do
care.
The gifts we exchange are less
tangible ones—
Like joy and affection with laughter
and puns.
Plus quality time—it’s the only thing,
You alone can give—how fascinating!
On
Boxing Day, old tradition of yore,
There’ll
be food giveaways as always before.
Along with gifts wrapped and ready
to share
With those whose tree is just a mite
bare.
With
all its faults social media can,
Connect
us together across earth’s span.
Whether
one, or several, or just a few,
I
wish the best for each one of you.