Hubert and his family are still basking in the euphoria of their early Christmas season.

Altering life: cc. seven.

Short tale.

The year realizes it’s approaching demise.

The face of the poor or homeless we do not notice or see.

Limerick.

A poem I recall my mother recited many times throughout my life with full dramatization.

It’s cold outside and snowing.

Santa’s s coming.

His red coat is hoary,

He’s here.

A Poem Of Good Humor…