The kitsch and spangles and baubles and bangles,
And department store Santa, just really can’ta
Seem to bring me the spirit of Christmas.
And I’ve been waiting to feel it – the real Christmas spirit
Hoping it’d come by now.
The stockings are stuffed, the tree is all buffed,
The cookies are baked and frosted and fluffed –
But there’s still something missing – a feeling, a tingling
that’s supposed to come every Christmas.
Maybe that Christmas feeling, that energy and tingling
Is something I can have every day –
It doesn’t depend on spangles, or jingle-bell jangles
Or jolly men dressed all in red.
It comes in the sharing of laughter and caring
And the comfort in words with love said:
To all – Peace! Joy! Hope!
Every moment of every day.
Dear Humoristian hooligans,
May your days be merry and bright and filled with humorosity. May you shine your light of joy and good humor upon all you meet. May you feel the joy of life and be-ing every moment of every day.
Life bless you richly, my friends!