'bout packed re a jaunt to Fredericksburg, Virginia, to join my daughter Debi, son Doug, and grandgals Chelsea Rae and Emma Victoria. Bit nervous about traffic, but R. and I are very much looking forward to hugs & kisses. . .not that we are averse to presents. Whatever your spiritual persuasion, wherever you are, be safe and seize the moment every possible
chance. Love, Pea {& Ray & dawgies Nick & Shoog, who unfortunately have to stay at a kennel; D & D have two big ol' labs, 'cet, 'cet. Nick & Shoog are already upset. Can't hide the suitcases. Take it easy & stay y o u. Glamma Fiss
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Christmas, Chanukah,  New Year, or Zed,
Paint at least one corner strawberry red.
Unfold a chaise longue or roll a chair
Or push your walker over there.
 
Add a sunlamp or a  gift-wrapped ice pack.
Close your eyes and take yourself back.
Remember when a ball made your day.
A smile, a lady bug, a boat in the quay.
 
The sun was a big, butter-yellow ball.
The moon flew you over a magic wall.
The grass was so green, the sky so blue.
Even the rain rained just for you.
 
The Big Dipper dipped so you could drink.
A big star gave you a cat's peejays' wink.
The cow really did jump over the moon.
You know, because you saw the spoon.
 
Rubadubdub three men in a tub, just look.
Bad witches turn good when you shut a book.
If someone hurts you, you close your eyes
And they became angels.  What a surprise.
 
Snowflakes, raindrops, a warm, cozy bed.
Hot cocoa,  a joke,  a shiny gold thread.
A story, an apple, a silly looking cap.
A lullaby,  a rock classic,  a long winter's nap.
 
Doesn't matter if there's a holiday or not.
Doesn't matter whether we have a pot.
Ok, it matters, but it matters more to share.
Let ourselves feel, and really, really care.
 
So let them have their holiday sales.
We will be listening to time-honored tales.
That come from all over the world.
Celebrating  women, men, boys, and girls!
 
 
 
(c)  Phyllis Jean Green,  December, 2005