I see it is time for another poem, but I have to transfer one from my writing laptop to this PC. The reality is, you write 500 poems and maybe 100 end up being good enough to present. You can stretch them out over a few years, but eventually you have to write more. So, I have used up all my good ones and suspect I should get started on the next batch. I have kind of a confession to make about my poetry, but that can wait until next time.
The Yuletide is always a slow time, so, I wish the best to you all - I'm going back to bed.