Don’t let the pressures of the season get you down.
“Joy to the world, the Savior reigns . . .
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.”
Isaac Watts (1719)
The Savior reigns! (repeat no less than daily)
The bustle of the holidays
will not be coming here,
for I am set in my ways,
and will be drinking beer.
Lager’s good for breakfast,
and ale is fine for lunch,
and to break afternoon fast,
stout has got a punch.
It’s not that I’m a drunkard,
but it’s not that I’m not;
a beery haze is just preferred
when shopping-time gets hot.
“Ka-CHING!” may be the mall-song chime,
but for me, it’s Miller Time.
My answer is delayed, Andrew, by piles of heavy, wet, pristine snow. No Ka-CHING, no party on. Just silence, the warm glow of the wood stove and God. It was a good time.
In a way, I’m envious. <3