Recycling the old Tannenbaum this afternoon. Thoughts turn from sugar plums dancing in our heads to seed catalogs, the smell of potting soil and number of days to spring. Life is all about seasons and I took a moment as I stood at the base of the recycle pile to sing in a way that would make Johnny Mathis proud:
“Yes, it’s over, call it a day….
Sorry that it had to end this way.
No reason to pretend
We knew it had to end some day, this way“………