These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Un-sync-able

The days of Earth are out-of-phase.
We look ahead to joy,
but when our Joy doth reach its days
some new thing knows employ.

Great happy Christmas starts to show
in June of ev'ry year,
but when its berth is near to know
the shopping's no more here.

The springtime wares adorn the shelf
'mid Santa's Ho, Ho, Ho's.
You'd think there'd be some lasting elf,
but vanished Christmas grows.

The constancy I daily seek
is found in Christmas hymns,
that stay with me through months of weeks
when mem'ries fade and dim.

The Joys of Christmas flash the pan
when next things come so fast,
but everlasting is his Plan
for Joy is never past.

by Jay O’Toole
on December 6th, 2021