Merry Christmas, Everyone!
I hope your Holiday’s begun
with Happiness and Joy and Fun
and Health in Twenty-Twenty One.
Merry Christmas, Everyone!
I hope your Holiday’s begun
with Happiness and Joy and Fun
and Health in Twenty-Twenty One.
Three kitties want their breakfast….
want it Right This Very Minute!…
want their bowl put down before them…
want to eat whatever’s in it!…
want to scarf away their breakfast….
want to snuffle at the floor….
want to wrap around the ankles…..
want to mew for even more.
You can think of me like Lady Macbeth.
I wash my hands all day.
It’s not a “Damned Spot” I’m after.
I’m washing the Virus away.
Mount Baker’s shining bright and clear.
She’s hardly been out at all this year.
She’s shy, and rarely ever there—
a magnificent sentinel in the air.
It’s a quiet Sunday morning
in my peaceful neighborhood.
It’s an easy, slow beginning
to a day that feels quite good.
Life is grim in the days of the Virus.
Deaths continue to climb.
What does the future hold for us?
Will this be the Good Old Time?
When I was a kid in Clinton,
I didn’t have much to do.
I could walk to the library, and
somehow muddled through.
Then, we moved to Custer.
Not much about that to say.
We lived on an abandoned farm
and then, we moved away.
One Black Bunny sits out in the gloom,
whiling away this cold afternoon.
He sits there …waiting for the day to end….
or maybe, he’s awaiting his Bunny Friend.
Jay Inslee is My Santa Claus.
He is My Santa Claus because
he’s shut the dentists down again.
My cavities? I can’t go in!
I counted my Blessings, from One to Ten.
But, then, I had to begin again.
The number Ten’s not high enough
to add up all My Blessing Stuff.