A Cup of Cheer

I'm the lamest lame that ever lamed a lame.

Now that the self-deprecation is done... Hello friends! This sorry turnip-tooshied writer has been thumbing it through revisions for the last two months and horrifically neglecting this blog.

EEK!

I know, I know, gator tears, right? Well, I'm building SLOWLY back up, as life is now somewhat manageable again. Somewhat.

(So what's with the pickle, you ask? Nothing. He's shiny and makes me giggle.)

On that note...

A Cup of Cheer

She raised her mug and looked about

The chorus of chipper smiles

But hers had fallen far past its mark

And instead, become tears.

Heart heavy, she lifted the cup a bit higher

And dared herself to say

"I wish you all the greatest season

And happiest Christmas day!"

While voices echoed her longing strain

A glimmer sparked in her heart.

It stretched and groaned and tore until

It burst full into bloom.

The ray that started first as hope 

Rumbled deep inside her chest

And broke through the crowd in radiant hue

Her inner light revealed.

She found, surprised, as you will too,

That joy comes from within

It grows when shared and reaches all

Who turn to see the view.

Where's your cheer coming from this year? (Hee hee, that rhymed.) How are you keeping spirits high, and have you eaten any cheese this week?

I hope you enjoy the Christmas season, and share a cup of cheer, eh?