A Slight X-mas Poem (written on the cuff)...

Twas the week (and a few days) before Christmas,
and all through the web,
all kinds of ideas were stirring,
many of shear dread.

Too many things to do
and not enough time for it all,
people's moans and complaints
were starting to call.

Yet once in while,
all one has to do,
is take a short moment
or maybe a few

And think oh how lucky,
we really most are,
that our dreams are not
really that far.

So when you feel stress
and are ready to yell,
drink yourself some nog
and grab your handy cell

And phone a friend or two
and talk about some things
that make you quite happy
as in the new year rings.

So Santa if you're out there
and listening to me
(kinda like Jesus)
(off to hell I'll flee,

for that last comment
or hence sometimes I fear)
Bring us peace and perhaps just maybe
some cold confections for the New Year!