For whatever it's worth, a Christmas Eve "poem" -
I wrote it for our Indivisible Research & Writing group this past weekend, since they gave me the Thursday "ask" for our Call to Action email.
THURSDAY:
Oh, Tidings of Comfort ...
‘Twas the Night before Christmas and all through the House,
Compassion not stirring, few hopes thereabouts.
The Senate was cozy, GOP-controlled.
But the people were needy and desperate and cold.
Heads were hung low from much COVID despair
Hoping vaccines and leadership soon would be there.
Children in cages, having lost mom and dad,
Only visions of food that more hungry have had.
The planet in peril, our climate gone wrong.
With our usual allies we don’t now belong.
Yet last month’s elections kicked up such a clatter
A negligent President - dumped with a splatter!
With Biden and Harris and help on the way
May we all have a more hopeful Christmas Day!
… with apologies to Clement Clark Moore who wrote “A Visit from St. Nicholas”, may this Christmas Eve bring a sense of encouragement, relief, and renewed optimism!
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