Its good that tomorrow’s the actual day you’ll do the
rejoicing thing, exchange gifts, good feelings, sink a
schooner or two, all while eating the year’s grandest
cuisine. Its good that meanings of goodwill coalesce
into true warmth - a blanket of kindness you’d like to
stay abreast with perpetuity its best accommodation;
but then you’ve still to wear an onus again of a once
a year event in all its wry, commercialised trappings
Its been good it’s said, clears the air, & we’re on the
same page; if we look back it isn’t in disparagement,
a discordant view still sees universality; and there’s
impressive effects of synergetic energies you need
cope with or be left sensorily bewildered - twitching
in wake of a divinely overwhelming Christmas fete
© 24 December 2015, I. D. Carswell
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