The sun sets on another day…
Sunset, yep, it was clear and wild with fun little pieces of energy everywhere, and not just in the sky. It was everywhere.
T’was the night…
T’was the night before Christmas, and all in the land
Not a creature was stirring, except writers hands
While other sat silent tucked well in their bed
Imaginations ran wild, and filled writers heads
The worlds were fired, and full of sheer chance
and waited for no one to do their strange dance
When people woke up and looked on in worry
Writers just laughed and said they would hurry
Two moments had passed and then a whole night
Our writer was lost in another plot plight
When words collided and none could be found
Often the writer would lay his head down
then down from the chimney or easel or fare
would come a fun person, with no rhyme and no care
A thought for a writer or actor or two,
a positive moment that would last the night through
The laughter was real and it shattered the silence
and no one could fathom the sound they heard since
“On laughter, on giggles, and smile for a moment
no judgement no fear now, the feelings he sent”
and always some cried, “it is a lie and not true”
but the laughter continued for me and for you
and when writer and actor and artist awoke
they shook their heads sideways and thought it a joke
The ideas were teaming from a few words so kind
that suddenly the block they had felt would unwind
Ideas now flowed from the writers with care
and artists were happy and their souls they did bare
For those not affected by writing and more
The sound of the laughter they too did adore
It’s time to let go of a block or another
and laugh with you all as a friend and a brother
For whatever you feel, and what you may do
Merry Christmas and holiday wishes for you
So as the sun sets on another day, have a super day, and lets all laugh together as we enjoy our lives, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and be amazing…