Christmas time,
and poor Michele....
No snow around.
It's hot as hell.
The southern Summer's
yuletide cheer....
By God it's hot !!
I need a beer !!
And Santa,
in his rubber thongs,
"flip-flops" to all
those northern songs
of Winter time
and snow, and chill.
But, in the south,
the thought is....will
we gulp the Turkey
down, post-haste ??
Clearly, with
the knowledge faced,
that the day
will be quite warm,
and, with so many others,
swarm
to the sandy beach
and sea....
to sit, and sip
an Irish Tea.
But then Michele
is lucky there.
Residing on
an island where
that beach is only
feet away.
On reflection,
one must say
is there any
better spot
to celebrate,
when things are hot ??
The mercury
is creeping high.
The lawn is looking
very dry.
Michele is looking
very cool....
her feet within
a seaside pool....
and a smile.
It's not so bad
to see first-hand
the myriad
of aspects of
a Summer Yule.
That things can be
both hot and cool.
So, best of wishes
Graphic Belle.
A Merry Christmas
dear Michele.