These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Eve Before Christmas Eve

Another eve like the string before,
quite nondescript as evenings go,
but still the darkness can't implore
a nothingness of naught to know.

An eve of nothing special to do,
but sip a cup, hot chocolate's bliss,
and when the day is finally through,
reflect upon the good of this.

Some nights just stand, attend the great
as humans do when greatness comes,
but these were born, it seems of late
to fill the coffers' noble sums.

Foundation plants may seem unseen,
and twinkling lights may hang and glow,
but plants of color, only green
enhance the property for show.

The colorful lights around the post
show Hope's enduring warm effect.
The ones we must remember most
are those, whose work we might neglect.

by Jay O’Toole
on December 23rd, 2021