Just settled down for a long winter’s nap…
‘Twas two weeks before Christmas 2016,
And I had just showered. My house looked SO CLEAN!
The dogs mastered heeling; the dishes were done;
Our laundry was folded. I’m Mom Number One!
My novel hit the biggest bestseller list;
My skin wasn’t wrinkled, just soft and sun-kissed.
All those gray hairs (overnight) disappeared.
The ship of this family sailed smoothly, well-steered!
And then I woke up. Wait! You say it’s a dream?
Where are my peaches? Hey! Where is my cream?
Oh, right! Life’s not perfect. I almost forgot.
Some days start off great, and then some suck. A lot!
Things fall apart on the inside and out;
Sometimes it feels like we’re stuck in a drought.
And yeah, I meant water, but also our souls;
It’s hard to risk failure, to face half-reached goals.
But however scared or defeated you feel,
You’re never alone. This I promise for real.
When hope seems elusive, just reach out a hand;
Grab hold. Make a chain. Be a grain in the sand.
Each act of goodwill brings us closer to peace;
Faith is a challenge, but we cannot cease.
(Yep. I sound corny and sappy and trite;
But darkness can’t win if we turn up the light.)
So here are some things I am wishing this year:
More love and acceptance, less hatred and fear.
More listening, less shouting “YOU’RE WRONG AND I’M RIGHT!”
More opening of minds and less “LET’S START A FIGHT!”
Imagine if we helped out others before
We took for ourselves. Let’s stop checking the score.
One way to feel good any time, any place,
Is bringing a smile to a smile-less face.
And since I’ve shared hopes during Christmases past,
I’ll do it again, saving bests for the last:
Hope your tales are tall and your stories are short;
Hope you’re friends with Hermione, not Voldemort.
Hope your egg yolks are sunny, your thrillers hard-boiled;
Hope your heroes get knighted, your enemies foiled.
Hope your pencils stay sharp and your pens are well-inked;
Hope the years didn’t fly when you forgot and blinked.
And if—after trying—you still don’t succeed,
Try again. Try again. Try again. There’s a need
For believers who simply refuse to let go
Of their dreams. Plant the seed, and your garden will grow.
The truth? I’ve heard NO much more often than YES;
But my drum beats on. Are we marching? I guess!
Let’s brush ourselves off and start over again,
Focusing forward, not on where we’ve been.
If you’ve landed here, there’s a reason. I know it.
You may want someone not to tell it, but show it.
To any new stranger who’s crossing my path,
We’re on the same road. We are equals. It’s MATH!
And if you’re a friend or a loved-one, it’s true,
I’m grateful and lucky. (More math: Me + You.)
So please let me sing all your praises and say
YOU ARE SPECIAL. You’re loved by somebody each day.
Now go. Spread your beauty both farther and near;
Let joy be our gift,
And a Happy New Year.
From my family to yours. Forever and ever. The end.
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