The gifts of generosity and kindness abound in my blogosphere. A sincere thank you to each and every one who has read, commented, and supported me in any way during 2016. I appreciate the camaraderie and friendships I have found here.
We are a community of novice and professional writers, crafters, poets, and artists. Each group shares or gleans information on writing, poetry, crafting, cooking. For this, I am grateful and have learned much. Discussions about resistance to rampaging or inconsiderate technology (cough) are also shared and
lambasted learned through the year.
I wish you a Christmas of joy, peace, and fellowship, which I pray someday finally takes hold. We have hope. May the New Year 2017 continue in good cheer, friendship, and tolerance.
I give you this offering, pulled from the archives (a 1996 company newsletter I’d been volunteered to edit for almost five years). Judy Martin posted a poem earlier this week by the same name. I had already scheduled this and decided to tough it out and post anyway. (Be kind. I’m no poet.)
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T’was the night before Christmas and a-l-l through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even the m-o-u-s-e;
The hardware was hot and needed a rest;
The wires were near flaming from the fast-tracking quest.
If one more finger teased that p-o-o-r little mouse,
The uproar would doubtless have awakened my spouse!
I was resting and spent from my ceaseless drooling
Over menus of the best buys ever, no fooling.
My eyes black and bloodshot hung to my knees,
But I’d finished my shopping and wow was I pleased.
Something gourmet for grandpa, flowers for Jean,
Pulled off with a mouse, a credit card, and a scheme.
The malls were open all day and all night,
So I shopped when I could ‘cause my schedule is tight but
Tomorrow and next year, when Christmas returns,
Will I be shopping in town or in Internet world?
Where will your presents be purchased with care?
Will it be Larry’s or Cherie’s, or from your own chair?
Will you shop the last minute fighting the crowds,
Or choose from the malls warehoused in the clouds?
Pretty soon instead of by the chimney with care,
We won’t hear from Saint Nick but Paypal and email.
No matter how Christmas and Saint Nick visit,
Tolerate no child around you to miss it.
I’ll be here infrequently as time allows until the Next Post January 6th – Are We there Yet?
©Tess @ How the Cookie Crumbles