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The festivities this year will be severely curtailed
{{size:4.5}b}Festive Season ? ?

It’s half way through December
and the festive Season’s near.
My love lies in a Nursing Home
so there won’t be much cheer.

I’m not much of a party animal
and some may think it’s queer,
yet somewhere along life’s road
I’ve lost my taste for beer.

The grape juice is no exception
I can’t drink alcohol at all
yet for years and years and years
I loved to hear it’s festive call.

Is it age that I am feeling?
I am past the eighty mark,
and friends are always teasing me
just for a happy lark.

So this Christmas will be quiet,
but that’s just fine with me,
my love is in that nursing home
and that is where I’ll be.

I’ll celebrate another time
when she is at home again
I’ll wait as long as needed
‘till she is free from pain.

I’ll keep the household ready,
keep its fires burning bright,
for I believe as time goes by
my love will win her fight.

To all those who are experiencing trauma, pain or other nasties at this time, and there are many, I wish you all relief from what bothers you, better health and as much happiness as you can hold, during the coming Festive Season and for the years ahead.
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