My Earliest Retrospective Yule Tide Memories Circa Mid 1960s Act Two

golden raiment trickling threnody ream hinged present with distant past, that temporarily static surreal moment in time stream the best part of existence, thence I became alive from dormant state, an anachronistic meme now, asper the following afore alluded ditty hie now aim harmoniously exultant exuding humming bird of a boy, whose unspoken name means gift, how came I to share such minutiae (when original intent bespoke zeroing to ground zero, when this ache king hippie merely thought to elaborate about Christmas excitement then), which unexpected meandering bore me aloft back to nursery school days and didst claim thine parents on that namesake, which elated mood in tandem with real or imagined gurgling did frame that moment reminded vision of particular words and simple tune sang during along as a game with make believe friends Harnie and Dinnie, who would coon sitter this poem lame joie de vivire, way before existence teetered and tottered the brink of self shame, whence psychological snowball effect, no rhyme nor reason could tame! Now adieu whilst rickey rockety quirky one man team doth recite the words while reveling poignantly this pastiche long an unraveled seam row row row your boat gently down the stream merrily merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream.