The day after...

'Twas the day after Christmas and quiet in the house,
And only the dog was around, no sign of a mouse.
And though it was Monday, I did not to work go
For the powers that be had graciously said "No,
that will be one of your "Floating"days off."
And I, not to argue, did think it enough
To stay right at home, and it was a good thing.
My body and brain had kept up with a string
of the longest of days, and worries, and frights
That sometimes do come of not pacing one's nights.
Though all of the frolic indeed had its' place
My body had finally shut down the race.
Not once, but twice, it bade me go back
To my bed full of quilts for the sleep I did lack.
Of this I am sure. When I sleep in the day,
There is plenty of reason to be lazy that way.
I had other chores planned, but have learned o'er the years
When my heart takes a stand, I had better so hear
The warning, and heed what it begs me to do.
Peace of Christmas we should carrry the year through,
and rest should be part of the celebration, too.

I do send out my wish for us all to enjoy a bit of rest and peace before taking on 2012. I know that many had to go to their workplace today, and that in the fever of after-Christmas sales, returns, etc., peace may not have been the emotion encountered. Our world is a difficult place, and not nearly so simple as a manger, but I am infinitely grateful for the One who has shone the light on the difficult times of my life - and wish that others may come to know it as well.