It is a miracle that I am ever ready for Christmas. Although it is true that I have had 364 days To prepare, I find myself as usual, Checking my list, Wishing for more time at my disposal I spent it frivolously, obviously, Because I feel unready for the gathering of family and friends, Presents not purchased, wrapped. The faux turkey not baked, no snacks! I suffer all the angst around me, People drowning in their distress. They have done the same. Rushing to and fro, they seek a savior. I recount 60 Christmas’s past in my favor. How perfectly I remember them as Ready or not, they warmed my heart. Troubles faded in the aura of goodwill And cries of “good enough!” filled the air Peace, Peace, Peace on Earth, we were there.