It twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The red wine was placed by the TV with care,
in hope that our holiday be spared from despair.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of iPhones danced in their heads.
Mamma in her teddy, and I in my strap,
settled in for a romp and short evenings nap.
When on cable news there arose such a clatter,
I hit the remote to hear mindless banter.
The talking head spoke but afloat came no matter.
only hype, rhetoric, half-truths and more fearful chatter.
In the dark of the night Santa did come,
showing up on our corner dressed as a bum.
He spoke of his policy to live a right life,
and gently reminded us to holster our strife.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He poked and he puffed on his magical herb,
enjoyed the fond memory of one wise proverb.
As if in a dream I did hear him say,
each of you are the solution this day.
Wake thee on Christmas with a new open mind,
to a world thinking forward with purposes aligned.
Go forward, live life, as though we do care,
manage economy, population, water, soil, and air.
The past present future all run together,
earth is our home no matter the weather.
He said start a new long count to year seventy thirty eight,
thinking this way will insure all is great.
I pulled out my phone and sent a quick note,
live this day fully, we’re doomed if you don’t.
He vanished so fast as if never there,
leaving me happy feeling light as air.
I realized then that life comes with responsibility,
Knowing if it is to be it will be up to me.
Santa lives in my mind as a constant reminder,
politicians work for us and that is the binder.
When we live inside out the world could be paradise,
each and all working together adding our spice.
I set forth on Monday at early daylight,
to work as I do to help make things right.
My life may seem small but I do now know,
that every bit helps and together we sow.
It’s up to all of us to occupy our spaces,
Suit up and show up with bright shiny faces.
Thoughts entangle from the unified field,
Creating a cosmic pattern to which we must yield.
Money is not real,
taking care of each other is the golden deal.
Serve on with a good attitude,
of peace, joy, love and genuine gratitude.
We sail our relationships to a healthy new world,One of resources, creativity the true-you uncurled.
So turn off the tube and open your door,
Live out loud and don’t be a boor.
I henceforth resign to chop wood carry water,
let go of ego it’s only a rotter.
The new dream unfurls to those who see blue sky,
facing challenge is the reason why.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"A Jolly Holiday to all, and to all a good-night!"
Peace on earth. QTR: jwh ‘11
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