As the winds begin to bite the nose, we bring the Year of the Hurricane to a close.
So pull up a chair, take a breath of fresh air,
Hear this year’s story — if you really dare!
We’ve all had them — years that made New Years a ray of hope — and good riddance.
To this year we’re glad to say “bye”
It could have been better. That we can’t deny.
But we’ve had all along the warmth of friends fine.
When company came we had a good time.
It’s been a hard year; that surely is true.
But somehow we made it. We can now see the view from a new point in time.
So the struggle and change seems well worth the price of a few growing pains.
A dear friend of many years dropped by with a box of holiday cards which personified my year. It mentioned “a wolf at the door a’growlin’ fierce.” Then it ended with advising folks to have a happy Christmas – anyway.
I enclosed my poem in these rather strange Yuletide cards being sent to close friends who could stand that much pain and still know to grin. I added a handwritten P.S. saying, “Next year I’m going to eat that wolf!”
The next year when time came to send out cards I put another P.S. on my holiday letters saying, “I haven’t eaten the wolf yet, but we do have it penned up in the back hard.”
From smells and sights and sounds I can tell again it’s time.
To look back at how last year went, and spell it out in rhyme.
So take a whiff, tune an ear.
Look around ; have a cup of cheer.
While we reminisce on this last year.
Do it now while it’s still here.
So if you’re wondering where the good times are, look at the calendar and realize you’re still here. Hold on to love and kindness, and remember things are only transitory. March into the New Year with hope in your heart and a determination to choose happiness🙂
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