Heaven Eleven

December 24th is over'n done,
Guests arrived and ate dinner,
But too soon annouced they had to run.

We love family visits, WB and me,
It's such fun chatting, joking'n
hashing o'er old memories.

Now the New Year, soon will appear,
Am believing for good things, ever so dear.

People without visions, doth perish,
What the Good Book says we believe,
Its words, they are so cherished,
And most readily received.

So dream those dreams, as big as the ocean,
And watch your cares disappear,
With every fresh notion,
Your troubles only you can spare.

Happy New Year boomers!