These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Greying of Christmas

Such gloomy skies for Christmas days,
computer screen is greying, too.
The blandness of the light displays
awaits the dark to shine all through.

The drizzle rain prevents the snow.
The chill strokes ev'ry aging bone.
The sadness comes, while wearies throw
the hope, that we have lately known.

How do we chase the days of yore?
As one long walk to gain some Joe?
Tall Macchiato we implore

to lighten the gloom with the taste we full know.

The Doc we read to Seuss pursue.
Nonsense the world for manya line.
The decorphlagans now dance it for you.
The lightlings they swing in merriment so fine.

The snozwhittles blast it in colorful minds.
Each gooseberry's strewn on eatfully ground.
Swing open the new lighting, once-boring blinds
as dancing on ceilings of imaginations found.

How goodly we laugh at the stupids we launch!
Now, patting the chest of once-gloomy heart,
releasing the grey from our faces so staunch
to joyfully throw all ourselves to the start.

Gloom-fuzzies wilt as the thoughtlornlies fade.
Daygreyness brightens in hopefulies grown.
Tonguematters lighter in sweetlies obeyed.
This day, now JOY, returns to the Throne.

by Jay O’Toole
on December 5th, 2025