Year End
Year End
A strange Christmas Poem.
At last it arrives,
whatever you've been expecting,
what you said you really wanted,
alongside what you don't want
from any unavoidable surprise.
The holidays may be delivered
neatly wrapped in pretty paper,
but they often visit with company
in the form of mild disappointment,
that can linger during a long week
lasting from Monday till Sunday.
O, 'tis true!
Somewhere it's summertime,
but first you must endure
this damn winter weather
with no remedy until spring.
Try, try to persevere,
knowing this long season
is often followed by good news,
coming on the last day of the month,
during the wee hours of night
at the tolling of the clock.
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back
to the delusions of our childhood days,
recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth,
and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!
~ Charles Dickens
