…they can’t all be home runs.
So, hooray for MEDIOCRITY! We’re excellent at it!
‘Twas nine days before Christmas; I woke in a fog.
“Hey, I should write something! Don’t I have a blog?”
My website is lonely; my laundry list, too;
So little time and so dang much to do!
There’s sleeping and eating, not taking a shower,
Counting each second, each minute, each hour
I sit at my desk stringing verbs up with nouns;
The days in my circus are filled up with clowns.
I don’t mean my family. Okay. Yes, I do.
We’re goofballs and you should all know that it’s true.
Jack’s with his girlfriend, Bill’s gone for a run;
Karly’s binge-watching our NetFlix for fun.
I’m busy mopping and scrubbing and such.
Just kidding. That’s housework! I don’t do too much.
Our dogs are still lazy, undisciplined pups;
They eat from our plates and they drink from our cups.
But life is too short so we choose not to worry.
(We might be outwitted by those who are furry.)
As for your choices, the dumb and the smart,
I hope your year’s great to the end from the start.
And since I skipped last year, my list is extensive.
Get ready. I’m eager, loquacious and pensive:
(Also, windswept on the Potomac.)
May your leopard-spots shift while your owls stay wise;
May your heart, like the Grinch’s, grow three times in size.
May your heels be kicked up and your waistbands unbuttoned,
May your gravy be good and your chops all be muttoned.
And just on the off chance I’ve caught you in time,
I’m fitting this grammar tip into my rhyme:
When sending out cards with your family’s name,
Try The Gardners not Gardner’s.
(No. It’s not the same.)
Still, I welcome the different, the weird and the strange;
Let’s embrace less complaining and more seeking change.
Stop blaming who’s left and who’s right and who’s wrong;
Hear your own drumbeat and sing your own song.
Succeed with humility, fail with aplomb,
And never miss chances for a photobomb.
There’s already darkness and plenty of fear,
So let’s choose to celebrate, headline and cheer
The light that surrounds us for all that it’s worth.
Find big joys to trumpet! Spread peace here on earth!
From my home to yours, it is warmth that I share
As the swift hands of time labor on without care.
We want them to slow but they’re ticking. They tock.
Whether or not someone stops to take stock.
So if you have big needs, I wish them for you,
Along with a dream you thought couldn’t come true.
I promise to share with you mine, someday soon.
For now, just imagine me singing this tune:
I am still lucky now,
I was lucky before.
And in my life, I love you more.
Forever and everywhere. Even at the West Wing.
(I guess 2014 wasn’t ALL mediocre.)