Let this Christmas Day

and this holiday season

embrace our time together

singing the songs of angels.

May the joy you bestow

to others come back

to you on winged feet.

Let the peace in your hearts

waft into still air as you

cocoon yourself in

warm magic blanket

of Christmas morn.

Absorb childhood fantasies

and pleasures of youth.

May you wave a wand

and transform your existence

into one that is softer and brighter.

May your skies be so high

that you lose sight

of your troubles.

Embrace the genial flickers

of heartfelt charity.

Know that every sunrise

brings a new day.

Glance upward

at gliding clouds

and diamond stars.

May the feelings

of Christmas

live forever within

your heart, filled

with good tidings.

Beware of office

Christmas parties

so you won’t have to

look for a new job!

(I threw that in to see

if you were listening!)

and may you be heir

to peace and goodwill

and a happy New Year.

        A lot to stress about,

a lot to feel doubt.

        A lot to feel mad about,

a lot to see bad. But now

        be glad, the 20-20 impairment is a sad

illusion,

        all the confusion's pursuant to the pollution

that's making the collective voice seem muted.

        So expect a choice true and

good and beautiful, Plato's holy trinity.

        Just feeling dutiful. 

Thus appealing to the funeral of

        it-which-ought-not-be-named

that sustains these chains and enslaves the

        lion by its mane, so the main aim in this

space on history's present page is simply to

        reclaim the divine grace that made

our humanity.

        Oh the profanity.

No, I'm blabbering. But reality's shivering

        in the blubbery bankwhale's belly, bellowing,

wailing, quivering, and waiting for the statement that will

        replace this state with aer recentibus infinite.