Have Yourself. . . Christmas

The house looks like a Christmas hurricane, little Santa hats and bits of red and green tissue paper and decorative wrapping, almost empty wine glasses, snow globes, etc.  The tree is lit one last time, a sparkling little bit of holiday sophistication.  Soon, the Christmas breakfast and later the Christmas dinner.

The grey dawn gives way to something else, the hangover from celebrating with friends on the Boulevard beginning to recede with strong coffee and fruit cake.

I almost posted a beautiful version of "Frosty the Snowman" in a minor key, but I'll stick with something more beautiful.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas.