Christmas Dinner

I think I gave up the diet for Christmas--at least this, I believe, is the reason I put pencil in hand and composed this little poem to the tune of Jingle Bells.

Turkey, turkey, ham,
Green bean casserole
Pickles, olives, yams,
Butter on my roll,
Gravy on my mashed
Potatoes, if you please,
Darling, pass the cranberries,
And the bowl of peas.

Gingerbread, gingerbread,
Peanut butter kiss
Raisins in persimmon bars
These cookies never miss

Now some mincemeat pie,
And the apple too.
Pumpkin with fresh cream
Whipped up with love by you
I am really stuffed
I won’t eat for a month!
That was Christmas breakfast—
I wonder what’s for lunch. . .

I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas!

Radio Unexpected

Rating: NSS
More than once I have found myself staying in the car in the driveway to hear the end of the song on the radio. I have even stayed in the car listening to a song I own on a CD--to this I could listen anytime. Yet, there is still something pleasingly unexpected about hearing a favorite song on the radio. Radio will not lose its appeal for me for this very reason--never knowing what one may hear next. CDs are a little too predictable.