December revelries are never
About you. They are
About the yuletide, about
Everything that was never
About you. But somehow,

You

Keep your faithful grandeur
Upon our mortal eyes,
Upon our bounded beings.
Reminding us of our
Fragile existence, of our

Excesses and excuses for
Not being life itself,
For just being a
Reminder and remainder of

Its majestic beauty.

See you in 2034,
With a yearning for
A memorable life changed
by the universe of

Chance.