‘Twas the morning of Christmas
And all through the dark,
Not a creature was stirring
But me on my walk.
Shortly into my journey,
As is often my way,
I began composing my blog
To post later that day.
Perhaps it was the manner
The solitary full moon shone
That led me to write
Of spending Christmas alone.
Thank goodness I realized,
“What a terrible thought,
To post not of what I have,
But of that I have not.”
Though designed for my ramblings
Was my blog’s original shape,
To get lost in self-indulgence
Is a trap I might not escape.
Only rarely do I post seriously,
More often tongue firmly in cheek,
One goal only have I had,
To avoid posting bleak.
So here do I promise,
Ne’er to post of sorrow,
Except in one instance,
That being tomorrow!
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