Okay, I admit, this is killing me just a little bit. I’ve been writing, printing, addressing, stamping, and mailing physical copies of my annual holiday poem since 1996. This year, the poems did not go out in the mail because of my insane travel schedule. In the next week, I will be sending it to the older relatives I have who don’t have email and who don’t regularly visit the internet. For everyone else, here it is:
‘TIS THE SEASON 2011
Well here’s another fine hotel room:
Another tv and king-sized bed,
Another six a.m. wake-up call,
Another bright white shower stall,
Another place to lay my head.
In my apartment there’s no tree decorated,
No twinkling lights strung outside,
No shiny ornaments have been hung,
Not a carol is being sung,
Santa and angels in boxes abide.
But it doesn’t matter if I’m home for the holidays
Because “home is where the heart is” it’s said
And my heart is always with my family and friends,
Not the places where I lay my head.
So I don’t need Christmas Eve snow,
I don’t need characters on the mantle
Or candles in the window or angels on the tree.
I don’t even need to be under the mistletoe.
In my heart, you’re always here with me.
Friends and family, May light of the season bring you joy, health, happiness, peace and prosperity.
And a WONDERFUL NEW YEAR.