Tis the day before Christmas
And all through the house
There are signs of yesterday’s
Bout with the Mouse…
Ok, ok, I shouldn’t give up my day job (as if I would ever be fool enough to do THAT) and write poetry. It was the best I could do on short notice. I might even add to it, as things occur to me–which they have an alarming tendency to do. Disneyland was beyond crowded, but everybody pretty much minded their manners and a very good time was had by all, in our party at least.
I chuckled while waiting in line to go through It’s A Small World–one little boy, probably having had all the fun he could stand, as my dad used to say, punched his brother. Exasperated, the mom said, “Santa saw that!”
And Sister Sally, this is for you..
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small, small world!
Seriously, our world IS small, and getting smaller every day. May it also be a more peaceful world, a more gracious world, where people make allowances for each other and at least try to get along–like they do at Disneyland.
All we have to do is behave ourselves. We should be able to do that, right?
Merry Christmas, one and all.