Happy birthday not-a-blog.


And wait…isn’t today someone else’s birthday?

Hmm…. 

I can’t quite place it.

Another birthday we celebrate today?  Who IS it?


OH!!!  I remember!

Happy birthday Katie.

‘Twas the night before Christmas and mom’s on the brink.
Forget about cocoa, she needs a stiff drink.
The stockings got hung up by that chimney with care,
but ma didn’t even have time to wash her own hair.

The children are crazed and out of control
Mom’s threatened six times about stockings and coal.
She’s cleaning, she’s cooking, and dog sitting, too.
Really?  On Christmas?  She has to scoop poo?

When down in the basement arose such a din,
Mom hid in the kitchen and dared not look in.
House torn apart, kids smash and they crash
She called TWGH on his cell, “GET HOME IN A FLASH!”

The shopping was done, the table was set
The drink’s kickin’ in, that helps you can bet.
When dinner was ended and the kitchen all straight
Ma sighed a big sigh and looked at her mate.

“They’ve driven me crazy, I’m wiped out, I’m spent
The living room’s trashed and the Christmas tree’s bent.
More hyper and freaky they never have been
And just when it seems they’ll be quiet and then:

More screaming, more fighting, more “Mine, “No, it’s NOT!”
More whining, more fussing, more wiping up snot
If it goes on much longer, I swear that it’s true
Next year I’m converting;  I’ll be the best Jew.”

As my bluster died down, and the kids started to fade.
I had some regrets ’bout the fuss that I’d made.
They really are sweet and so very delighted
I shouldn’t be such a grump and make them less excited.

We baked Santa’s cookies and turned out the lights
I tucked them in bed and kissed them goodnight.
I can’t stay mad at Christmas; I am such a sap.
Now excuse me, I still have tons of presents to wrap.

This poem by e.e. cummings is about the arrival of spring.  Usually.

Today it’s about the beginning of a vacation, a happy holiday, and a new year.


if up’s the word;and a world grows greener

if up’s the word;and a world grows greener
minute by second and most by more–
if death is the loser and life is the winner
(and beggars are rich but misers are poor)
–let’s touch the sky:
with a to and fro
(and a here there where)and away we go

in even the laziest creature amoung us
a wisdom no knowledge can kill is astir–
now dull eyes are keen and now keen eyes are keener
(for young is the year;for young is the year)
–let’s touch the sky:
with a great(and a gay
and a steep)deep rush through the amazing day

it’s brains without hearts have set saint against sinner;
put gain under gladness and joy under care–
let’s do as an earth which can never do wrong does
(minute by second and most by more)
–let’s touch the sky:
with a strange(and a true)
and a climbing and a fall into far near blue

if beggars are rich(and a robin will sing his
robin a song)but misers are poor–
let’s love until noone could quiet be(and young is
the year,dear)as living as i’m and as you’re
–let’s touch the sky:
with a you and a me
and an every(who’s any who’s some)one who’s we


Advent 23 Poetic Rehash