Hope your Christmas was good. Mine was: a great meal, seeing my grandchildren, and even a couple of presents for me.

The following is an effort of mine from the past. That’s one of the advantages of having been a blogger for umpteen million years – you have a backlog of these sorts of things.

On Christmas Day—blog?
I’d rather have grog,
Or maybe eggnog,
Then go walk the dog.
Or watch a Yule Log,
And eat like a hog,
Then go for a jog.
Blogging’s a bog.
My mind’s in a fog,
Or maybe agog
From much dialogue.
I’ll return to the slog
Already, and blog.

[NOTE: On the words “the dog,” the link goes to an article on the type of dog we had when my son was little.]