Uploaded on December 16, 2011
The log was in the fireplace,
all spiced and set to burn.
At last, the yearly Christmas race
was in the clubhouse turn.
The cards were in the mail,
all the gifts beneath the tree,
And 30 days reprieve
’till VISA could catch up with me.
And though smug satisfaction
seemed the order of the day,
Something still was nagging me,
and would not go away.
A week before, I got a letter
from my old Great Aunt.
It read: “Of course, I’ll understand
completely if you can’t,
But if you find you have some time,
how wonderful if we
Could have a little chat
and share a cup of Christmas tea.” …
—Tom Hegg
12.16.2023: Time for a cup of Christmas tea would be nice, but I can’t seem to find it this year.