Merry Belated Christmas
For those who worked on Christmas: Santa can come on any day he’s needed. He also has another grand round in March, and for those who don’t believe in Santa, he sends Mary Poppins — she comes on an odd wind by umbrella on a sunny day, a magnificent show she is for the children and the chimney sweeps cleaning up after Santa Claus. She can conjure as well as Harry Potter, you know, her presence and presents immeasurable though she has a measuring tape, and a spoon full of sugar as sweet as she. She’ll happily say Merry Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, or Christmas if you like as she likes most things except impertinence, for she is most suitable in all ways.
Merry Belated Christmas. I hope you are blessed and find happiness in some corner of where you are. Hope your inner glow is warm, soothing and a tender light. Near or far, or far out, travel well. Compose and be composed, and let the Muse and you be amused with the day and with the dream. Somewhere the stars and the rainbows meet, born in the color of love. Like laughter, Light is light. Ho, ho, ho.
— Douglas Gilbert