At My Door She surprised me with Merry Christmas Then they all sang Jingle BellsA woman muttered to me of JesusDrown by limericks that Batman smellsThey all shouted Deck the HallsThen a melodramatic Silent NightBut listening to the drummer boyI recalled my auld lang syneWomen love and dread holidaysMen speak of flat screens, sports and billsElders compare their grandchildrenChildren brag of gaming skillsAn eerie silence of tiny clicksChildren’s’ participation came to an endFaces lit by synthetic flickering lightAll texting absent friendsFirst I thought that I should closed the doorThat these snoops would disappearBut they prodded with holiday axiomsHoping I’d resent their cheerThey asked me of my Christmas plansI said I love the whole YuletideRaised a glass to toast the coincidenceThat our festivals coincideOne handed me a BibleAnd said Jesus died for my sinsI joked that with a fresh clean slateSaint Peter will let me inOne used the term PaganIn a derogatory wayHe quoted that witches deserved deathBut why he could not sayI said this night I’ll give you a passWe Pagans had our hay days tooWhen lions gorged on Christian fleshA tradition we stopped too soonIt’s a fool who thinks that wickednessIs exclusive to the WitchIn fact just now you’ve made my pointBut it’s my nature to forgiveI said good night and closed the doorAnd heard whispers just out sideI threw open my door saying “Merry Christmas to allAnd to all a good Yuletide”-joeyseti-
Hey sweet friend, Holly... one more day,,,, I am joking, I don't believe in this...write to me not sure I';; be able tonight, ???
7have a magnificent Wednesday. dear one.XXXX
for all you are doing for me and others.Marie with great 'reconnaissance' XXXX
Hello, Holy, Hope all is well.