Christmas on the Hard

It is hard, on the hard. Winter swirls around, wet or glacial, yet the dreamage remains. The thoughts run this way:

The tusks of mastodons in brawl

Are now billiard balls.

The sword of Charlemagne the Just

Is ferric oxide, known as rust.

Great Casesar's bust is on the shelf.

And I don't feel so well myself.

(Author Unknown)

But hope ignites.....

Merry Yuletide on this Fine 25th Day of December,

And Now:

Off to Bed,

To Sleep off all the Nonsense I've just sed.