Twas the morning of Christmas...
Now Four Twenty-two.
The last of the wrappings done!
Oops! --missed a few!

And all through yesterday
while I was dreading and moped
There was this one little piece of me
buried inside with some hope.

Its not a shiny piece.
Hasn't been for some time.
But at least I can say
that it's mine, all mine.

Its small and it's dented,
and it's covered in moss,
and you'd never believe it's hist'ry
sneer at it's source.

But still, I can tell you
with honesty and aplomb;
that this single flicker of Love
and stability and calm

will YET survive boldly
even if a bit battered.
Even if it IS duller now;
NOT that that matters.

And yet, TT's sleeping,
all warm in her bed...
Full of excitement,
and SANTY CLAUSE in her head!

I DO feel like a failure.
This year, at least here.
And I don;t use a crutch
of wine, rum or of beer.

Maybe two-thousand-nine
will change things around -
for me to stop hurting
and my heart be, soon, found.

No matter the outcome,
I'll continue to say,
"Merry Christmas to all...."
And with Peace may you Stay.


g'night and g'morning, Everyone... I wish you Well and Peace.