Apologies to Clement C. Moore …

‘Twas a Sunday in December, as day turned to night. Not a worry was stirring, all felt just right.

No work tomorrow, no Sunday night dread. Just watching the Packers pull ahead!

The TV was glowing, a warm, steady light. The Christmas tree twinkled, so peaceful and bright!

There were no emails to answer, no meetings to plan. Just the bliss of retirement—life’s worry-free span.

When out on the street, there arose such a clatter. I glanced through the blinds to see what was the matter.

The neighbors were rushing, stangled in holiday strife. Caught up in the busyness of work-driven life.

Their briefcases bulged, their cell phones rang. Their deadlines and projects—a continual clang.

But I smiled to myself, a grin on my face. For my Sundays no longer feel like a race.

No PowerPoint slides, no reports to prepare. No wrangling with spreadsheets or workplace despair.

Instead, I sip cocoa, on the couch I retreat. December’s no longer a grind to defeat.

I thought of my past, the late nights, the grind. The stress and the chaos I’d left far behind.

And now, in its place, a sweet Sunday night. Where peace fills the air and my heart feels light.

So here’s to December, and Sundays of cheer. To laughter and calm as the holidays near.

May others soon join me in this life of delight. Merry retirement to all, and to all a good night!

Here’s hoping you are enjoying (or will soon enjoy) the holidays from the relative relaxation of retirement!