Through loquacious outlets I have spun my tales.
Now the waves make the time slow to a tease.
Sprinkle it all with wishes saved from youth,
Memories of fireside smiles
That unconditional love
Which is family.
The holidays.
An excuse to live, as we should
Every day.
I see happy closeness
Food, cheer and thankfulness
As the man in black said,
And I mentioned before,
Nothing Feels Better Than Blood on Blood.
All is good.
Soon, I will be laughing with friends,
Sharing adventure and folly.
I guess I am feeling
Happy.
Chin up, Buttercup.
