A Christmas Dream

Merry Christmas, Hivelanders, to all of you who celebrate the day as such. To everyone else, I wish you the best of the season however you mark it.

Had a lovely discussion with @dswigle. She pointed out what a different world it would be if we could maintain a goodwill to all throughout the year. I am going to echo that sentiment. Bottle the beauty of the season in your spirit and tipple from it as needed; be spring, autumn, or summer.

Had a lovely dinner out with my son today and am planning on a meditation/nap before we bake cookies and mix up some homemade sugar-free nog.

fresh free-range eggs
heavy cream to preference
Tb of powdered collagen for every egg
water to achieve you desired consistency
stevia to taste
spice with cinnamon and nutmeg

Blend it altogether. Serve it over ice and with any spirit you fancy. My preference is Makers Mark.

We'll watch a Christmas special together, while keeping and eye on Norad's Santa Tracker. Once the Kris Kringle's Fanboy is off to sugar plum land, I plan to cue up Scrooged, spike the nog, and wrap the last of the presents. Fortunately, I got most of it done last night; so it won't be a marathon session.

Alright all you, beautiful people. Gotta get on with it. I'll leave you with a poem I wrote several years back to bring on favourable winter skies. I truly love you:)

A Christmas Dream

In December where you live, it might never snow
Endless sapphire blue skies, smile a glittery glow
A sweltering sun runs a sure and steady course
It's balmy; it's warm, or perhaps even worse

Cold, cloudy and gloomy, it's dragon's breath you puff
But it's not quite freezing; no, it's not cold enough
It rains; it rains, day after soggy squishy day
No let up; no sunshine; no, not until May

You arrive home, your socks soaked, your hair dripping wet
Next time for sure, rubber boots, a much better bet
You should have brought your umbrella, striped green and red
No fun to play outside; so climb into bed

To sleep, you dream, under a fluffy feather quilt
On imagination, wonder, fantasy’s built
The slightest smile curls up as if to say hello
Your eyelashes flutter on the freckles below

You dream of crisp slivers of white silvery flakes
Peeling from fluffy snow clouds like frosting from cake
Flakes ride winter breezes; on waiting tongues they land
Of sugary snowflakes, you are a great fan

Ride a toboggan down a slick and speedy slope
Cushioning fluffy fat snow banks offer sure hope
When your fun is all done, a winding path is seen
Take a meander through the forest evergreen

Red holly berries and tall trees laden with snow
Twittering sparrows serenade, nestled a’row
Large soft silent flakes fall on an icy cold ground
A lone lost mitten turns to a frosty wet mound

A clearing, a cabin, a smoky curlicue
The loveliest of homes trimmed periwinkle blue
Seen through the window, a snuggling tabby cat
Go in, all warm now, no need for mittens or hat

The little cozy cottage has been all a hum
In anticipation of ‘morrow still yet to come
The eggnog has been drunk; the jolly carols sung
Upon a festooned mantle, stockings have been hung

Toasting your toes by the fire, where roasting logs lay
Plump marshmallows and sweet cocoa finish the day
You settle by the hearth, the cat jumps in your lap
In a comfy chair, still a’dream, you take a nap

A sound on the roof, the tabby wakes with a jump
A whoosh from the chimney and a faint little thump
With soft padded feet, the cat explores, not a peep
A big jolly man has disturbed him from sleep

Joy speckled eyes smile with a mischievous wink
A merry chortle and to work fast like a blink
Filling stockings, placing boxes under a tree
The work done in a flash, all finished with glee

Dream over, you open yours eyes as the cat’s close
Under your own down quilt, no more desire to doze
Stay a little longer in your own cozy bed …
Not a chance! Those feathers are thrown back instead

There it is, a brightly-wrapped box under the tree
Addressed to you, from Santa Claus, postscript: That’s me
Enjoy your prize, but remember always, dear dove
Gifts are great, but X’mas is about … the love

P.S.S. Oh and the rain, let it pour; don’t fear
Outside may be snowy soggy or just plain clear
Santa comes, be it by sleigh camel or rowboat
If need be, I’ll be wearing a red raincoat

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