|Celebrating - December 2022|
‘Twas the night before Hogmanay, and through the hotel,
All the beasties were stirring, not sleeping too well.
The stockings were home, there was no firelight,
No one will be filling them brimming tonight.
The children were nestled all snug in there beds,
While visions of fireworks danced in their heads.
And mamma in her jammies, and dad in no cap,
Had just settled in for a long winter’s nap.
When in the main room there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the doorway I flew very quick,
Tried flipping the light, but only a click.
First a canceled flight, then the power was out,
We just had to laugh, let out a small shout.
Then our wandering eyes found a small sleeping tot,
And we chuckled and sighed as we both clearly thought,
The holiday season may carry some stress,
But together we can make sense of this mess.
Obie Xmas, and solstice, Christmas, Hogmanay,
Traditions and presents and making our way.
No Santa is coming, but we have family,
Happy Hogmanay all, here’s to 2023.