’twas the day after Christmas and all through the world
my peer group was stirring with heads that felt swirled…
Ok sorry, crappy poetry isn’t something to be faced on a stomach wounded by an immense X-mas dinner and the merry-making that follows. Today I’m taking this moment to spare a thought for the brightly colored wrapping paper making it’s way towards the landfills, the leftovers that will be languishing in the refrigerators, and everyone out there suffering from the great crash that always follows the kind of gluttony that yesterday reveled in.
I hope y’all didn’t get saddled with too much stuff that you didn’t really want. The closets in your home should be places to keep stuff you like to get down on special occasions, not to hide stuff you can’t throw away because it was a gift from someone who really ought to have known better.
Myself, I did very well. Got a couple of bottles of good drinkable material, some nice scotch glasses, white chocolate covered pretzels and a very wonderful long-sleeve shirt. My thanks to all my friends and family for just being the people who you are, and for continuing to have dealings with me. Happy Holidays folks!
the finite jester, having survived another christmas, is not nearly as bah-hum-buggy anymore.