With everything that’s going on in the world, I am still happy about the sum.
Life is good, there’s civilization beyond the woods —
relax and allow the holidays to yield us some fun.

Last night I slept hard and this morning I arose early — then dozed off again.
I’m really enjoying this Christmas Break. I pray this vibe to be slow to end.

Today is Friday, a calendar high-day, my friend
I’ll be inside, but my thoughts will reside in the wind.

My mind is in a Christmas bin. I’ve got a wee bit more of wrapping to do.
Though, before I arise to do any of that – I wanted to check in with you.

What have you got going on, Boo? Are you on a long weekend that will roll you into the year 2019?
Or are you closing shop today, fully expecting to work at some point over the next two weeks?

I pray it’s the former of the two that I speak,
In any case, I bid thee, “a Happy Holiday and Prosperous 2019.”

I’m done with the shopping and am free to kick it with you
though I must admit I haven’t created my Christmas menu.
Have you?

I am feeling a little more frisky than usual in the kitchen,
last night’s grocery list did include whip cream in its mentions.

Yes, I bought it.
Wish me well to utilize; naught it.

Are you up for it? Are you down?
You can still get it when the family is around.

Just find a private place and don’t make a sound.
The feeling is autonomous when the holidays are bound.
Ain’t nothing wrong with 6,9 or the downward dog pound.

Still, grown people often miss it.
If there’s an opportunity under the mistletoe – I want to kiss it.

Kiss me back.
Dear Christmas: Be a meal and not a snack.
Fill me full and let the calories lack.

Intellectual Kinsman: I’m sure that you can feel that.
Dear Santa: Come with a new jib in your bag.

I could certainly use that.
When I’m not creating scripts, I’m a hands-on filming cat.

Couple that with my propensity to prosper with gadgety things,
and you’ll have insight into what makes my bell ring.

Alas, the weekend is ours to give and the weekend is ours to take.
I really hope that you relax this weekend for your own sake.

Rest shouldn’t be reserved for Christmas Day.
Get–it–in this weekend and don’t forget your play.

After such is done I hope to retreat to the kitchen and craft a view
that looks something like a traditional Christmas Day menu.

Are you down to be up? Are you up to be down?
I’m Qui
Still into thee and challenging you to do the downward dog pound.

Because you’re far less stressed when naked yoga abounds.