Saturday, December 12, 2020

December 12--Not Things

The best things in life aren't things.  --Art Buchwald

    Amen and amen! I don't feel the need to debate or embellish this one. So here is a poem that a dear friend sent me, author unknown...

  T'was a month before Christmas,
  And all through the town,
  People wore masks,
  That covered their frown.

  The frown had begun
  Way back in the Spring,
  When a global pandemic
  Changed everything.

  They called it corona,
  But unlike the beer,
  It didn’t bring good times,
  It didn’t bring cheer.

  Contagious and deadly,
  This virus spread fast,
  Like a wildfire that starts
  When fueled by gas.

  Airplanes were grounded,
  Travel was banned.
  Borders were closed
  Across air, sea and land.

  As the world entered lockdown
  To flatten the curve,
  The economy halted,
  And folks lost their verve.

  From March to July
  We rode the first wave,
  People stayed home,
  They tried to behave.

  When summer emerged
  The lockdown was lifted.
  But away from caution,
  Many folks drifted.

  Now it’s November
  And cases are spiking,
  Wave two has arrived,
  Much to our disliking.

  Frontline workers,
  Doctors and nurses,
  Try to save people,
  From riding in hearses.

  It’s true that this year
  Has had sadness a plenty,
  We’ll never forget
  The year 2020.

  And just ‘round the corner -
  The holiday season,
  But why be merry?
  Is there even one reason?

  To decorate the house
  And put up the tree,
  When no one will see it,
  No one but me.

  But outside my window
  The snow gently falls,
  And I think to myself,
  Let’s deck the halls!

  So, I gather the ribbon,
  The garland and bows,
  As I play those old carols,
  My happiness grows.

  Christmas is not cancelled
  And neither is hope.
  If we lean on each other,
  I know we can cope ♥️

Let's be of good cheer,

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