As Tuesdays come and go, I wonder
What brings me up,  what makes me cry…
Why am I here - not over yonder
Where special wishes come to life?

And when it's frore, and dim, and gloomy,
When slush is lush… I read some Rumi.
I pour some wine, I sit and muse:
Those h o l y  d a y s - are they of use?

Yet, each December, twenty four,
What better time to think of yore!
To reconcile and forgive,
To dream and do, to love and live!

24.12.2013