Poetry Sunday

For the first Poetry Sunday of December, what could be more appropriate than this marvelous and timely short poem by Gary Johnson?

December

by Gary Johnson

A little girl is singing for the faithful to come ye
Joyful and triumphant, a song she loves,
And also the partridge in a pear tree
And the golden rings and the turtle doves.
In the dark streets, red lights and green and blue
Where the faithful live, some joyful, some troubled,
Enduring the cold and also the flu,
Taking the garbage out and keeping the sidewalk shoveled.
Not much triumph going on here—and yet
There is much we do not understand.
And my hopes and fears are met
In this small singer holding onto my hand.
     Onward we go, faithfully, into the dark
     And are there angels hovering overhead? Hark.

Come, all ye faithful, and hope for the better day that will dawn on January 20th!

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. More thoughts coming.

Bilbo

PS: I have received several questions about when voting will open for the Ass Clown of the Year Award. The official start will be on Wednesday, December 16th ... watch for that day's blog post with the official rules and summary of 2020 awards to date. Given that 2020 has been such a dumpster fire of a year, I considered starting earlier, but a two-week voting period helps keep the interest up. See you on Wednesday the 16th.

Bilbo