24 dec 2011 > 4/13/0 > Emperor/Death/Fool
Do you need to re-organize?
Why do you hold on to something that needs to go?
What fills you will abandoning joy?
“Tis the night before Christmas
and all the through the house…”
Tis the morning before Christmas
I’m feeling quite swell. Laying in bed
Not getting up till I’m compelled
To finish this poem with a tap tap tap tap
lay these word here from what sits in my lap
I’m not seeing stockings hung up by the fire
but than maybe Santa has plans to conspire
to wait till midnight when we’re all tucked in bed
That mysterious Saint Nick all dress in red
Of course he can’t slide down the chimney with care
We all know that Santa does not do and dare
Which does not mean Saint Nick will pass us by
With mommies and Daddies being his spy
The thing about Santa you know this is true
Is that the charm of his myth is that you believe too
It’s really quite simple it’s really just grand
To give yourself to the joy of his make believe land
With little elf’s making all the toys for the kids
Mrs. Clause busy with cookies and sweet breads
Way up in the North Pole where all the wishes go
Where magic never has a word for no
All the presents are wrapped beneath the sparkling tree
So much to celebrate my family and me
Reminded of the promise that we gather in Love
We’re all of great goodness and stuff to write of
Tis the morning before Christmas
I can hear far away the jingle of sleigh bells
and the reindeer’s musical neigh
I know Santa’s coming I know he is near
Bringing the Joy of the coming new year
Whether you believe in Santa and his little elves
It makes not a difference to this tale I tell
If everyday was Christmas with tidings of great joy
If we could believe in the magic and share our toys
The World would be nicer a much kinder place
If you celebrated each day with laughter and grace
It’s really quite simple, it’s really your choice
Be Santa’s helper and rejoice and rejoice
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 