We're all here... just being ready for plenty...
Autumn's cornucopias give way
To festivals of Light...
And to trees lopped into pointy perfection,
Ensconced in homes and be-decked
With garlands and geegaws...
Guarding gifts for warm
We lucky ones welcome
All this with open arms
And expectations of glee...
We even sing and hum along
We're like these huge Chihuly bowls:
With vast capacity for all things
Wonderful and magical
And glowing with sparkling hope.
Greetings my friends.
If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.
Kurt Vonnegut, of course
From Sand. From Fire. Comes Beauty.