It Is Time For That Happy Holiday Thang Again

Regardless of how you paint the reason for the season (or ignore it), I hereby invite you to join me in a call for/wish for/thought for/prayer for/(insert your word here: ____ for) Peace on Earth and some much-needed GOOD WILL to ALL women/children/critters/men, etc. (and maybe even a little compassion for poor old planet earth) I hope ya got someone to hug and someone to hug ya back. I sincerely hope that every day finds you with a full kettle and underwear that doesn’t itch. Idealists tend to get crucified, blown up, drawn and quartered, vilified or just plain ignored but that doesn’t mean we should give up. I tend to think poeters are idealists, otherwise, why would we keep believing that tossing eighty zillion poems a day into cyber space would make a difference in the cosmic tilt? And, even though we spend a whole gob of time writing about negative things — the woes and foibles of life, we’re pretty good at saying: “I’ll read yours, if you read mine,” ...even when we disagree. I think that’s a pretty decent start toward looking each other in the eye — maybe even shaking hands — or, at the very least, choosing to resist an urge to put salt in someone’s tea just for spite. There are a lot of ducks in this swamp. Some ducks fly better than others. Some quack louder. Some have more colorful pin feathers. Some are pretty good at stomping grapes so others can drink the wine. It’d be a pretty boring soup if we didn’t have a few mergansers, dabblers, gimbsheimers and such... maybe even a few turkeys ...an occasional grebe. I realize this was one heck of a meander just to say “HAPPY HOLIDAYS!” but hey, I gotta do my part to fill up the cybervoid. If you’re not into the holiday thang, no biggie. I hope you’re happy too. There’s a lotta room for words in cyberia, folks, so write on! huggadoodlingfritcheroonies ~ john