At least until very late tonight. I’ve been working against a deadline for project and, since we never know what tomorrow will bring, I have needed to put all of my energy into it, today. I hope nothing interesting has happened in the world…the most interesting thing happening over here is likely to be the dismantling of our little Christmas tree.
Which reminds me of the poem by e.e. cummings, of course:
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid
look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t a single place dark or unhappy
then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud
and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
Have a good one.