T’was the first day of December
And I curled up sick and weary,
Head splitting and aching body –
In a season that’s so cheery!
I decided I needed help –
A happy little antidote.
I needed to be joyful,
Despite the feeling in my throat.
So I pondered and pondered
Over what I could do;
And the idea of blessings,
Quite quickly grew.
So I counted my blessings –
Very slowly, I know.
Then lined them right up,
In my head, in a row.
And as for a Christmas
Experience on this day?
Why, I’ve listened to music
Several times through the day!
And now, rest I should,
Though my pen calls my name.
This new book that I’ve started
Holds a name of great fame.
Woven in the pages
There is a character there
Who with a well known story,
A name, she doth share.
But that’s all that I’ll tell
In this poem tonight.
For I’m leaving someone
In rather a great plight.
And while they may be fiction
(And yes, I know that is true!)
It doesn’t seem the happiest
Thing for me to do.
But then, I’ll never fix it,
The plight they have, you know,
Not tonight, most certainly.
And probably not tomorrow.
But off I go to write or bed,
I’m really not quite sure,
Though, if I can but sleep,
It should surely be the latter!
To the KING be all the glory!