Merry Christmas

‘Twas not quite the night of that famous date,
But the wordsmith realized it was still getting late.
Where’s the holiday poem, faithful readers beseech;
But no rhymes were composed ‘cause he lazed on a beach.

So calm and so peaceful, no stress and no strife;
How many times did we say “this is the life!”
Sunshine all day, brilliant stars at night,
And swimming with the fishes is a constant delight.

Palm trees strung with lights; it’s the holidays you see.
Imbibing fruit cocktails and food fresh out of the sea.
Island time with the rhythm of how we should live,
And where people who have nothing have plenty to give.

No news and no TV, they say ignorance is bliss,
But it beats always wondering why we’re not better than this.
‘Cause there’s way too much bickering and fighting and hate,
And home we must come where the old problems await.

Same old rushing around, life hurrying by,
And worrying just why we are no longer so spry.
Everything seems broken, nothing works right;
This beautiful old world seems a terrible sight.

No coming together, no meeting of minds,
Just too many people showing their behinds.
Public safety traded away for political health,
And of course to increase a few people’s wealth.

But don’t give in to the gloom and despair;
Instead figure out how to do better and care.
Feel good about yourself, spreading love is the aim;
Behind all the differences, we’re unique but the same.

Sometimes it seems hard to do the right thing,
To slow down and hear the birds as they sing.
But whenever I think the magic’s beyond reach,
I just close my eyes and I’m back on the beach.