We're always supposed to read a poem or something at our December book group and I can never find anything I can read without crying -- nothing, not even the stupid stuff. So I always end up writing something to read. Which should help but this year's poem was unreadable in the crying department.
I seem to only write poems at Christmas time and it takes severe chutzpah to share them because poetry is not necessarily my thing. (This is an ecumenical sentence. I like it a lot.) But this poem is for sharing with my friends. (And Mark Zuckerberg, of course, because he always reads my posts. I see you, Mark. You think I don't but I do.) It is my Christmas wish for all of us everywhere. Sometimes wishing is about the best you can do.
Merry Christmas, O Blogosphere! May you find peace and joy.