To Jesus on His Birthday

For this your mother sweated in the cold,
For this you bled upon the bitter tree:
A yard of tinsel ribbon bought and sold;
A paper wreath; a day at home for me.
The merry bells ring out, the people kneel;
Up goes the man of God before the crowd;
With voice of honey and with eyes of steel
He drones your humble gospel to the proud.
Nobody listens. Less than the wind that blows
Are all your words to us you died to save.
O Prince of Peace! O Sharon’s dewy Rose!
How mute you lie within your vaulted grave.
The stone the angel rolled away with tears
Is back upon your mouth these thousand years.

~Edna St. Vincent Millay

Friday Fill In, I Don’t Know Which Week

Hey gang. Looks like I haven’t posted in nary a month! I’ve been busy enough I guess. Heck, some days I’m not even making it to Ebay and Drum Forum! 🙂 OK, here’s the Fill In.

1. What in the world is all this snow on the ground? I don’t remember the weatherman saying anything about that!

2. If you could take a look inside the birthday bag of treats Susan bought me last week, you would see I’m well fed.

3. Go outside, and walk 15 paces; turn left; walk into you run into a house; go inside; tell the first person in there that you are the plumber, and Santa reported a stopped up chimney; wait for the van to arrive.

4. That email that you sent me detailing how I might inherit a certain quantity of money has been processed.

5. I keep a little something in the bottom drawer of my desk; it’s been empty for many months now.

6. Should I take off early today or not?

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to a relaxing evening at home with my family, tomorrow my plans include Christmas shopping with the boys, and Sunday, I want to have a really great game prepared for Sunday School!