If December Were Your Friend

 

If December were your friend,

it would give you a walk on the beach,

waves and sky turned pearly silver

by the sun.

All colours would be intensified -

winter hues, which you never see in summer

with its prosaic golden yellow,

blue-sky brightness.

If December were your friend,

you would choose something special to eat

at the grocery store - perhaps a treat you only buy

at Christmas. And you might smile, passing along

the holiday decorations aisle, to pick up

a green elf with a long beard and no eyes,

to take home and place under the tiny tree,

just because it is cute.

If December were your friend,

you would come home and make

a nice hot drink of something good,

turn on all the Christmas lights,

choose a holiday movie for the afternoon.

If December were your friend,

it would give you a day just this delightful.

In fact, it just did, and so I know

December is my friend.

My continuing effort to recognize the goodness in daily life, as counterpoint to the horrors on the news. Heard this quote in the film "All My Puny Sorrows" and thought it so apt for these times: 

“Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.”

― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover