How does that go again? Merry what?

This morning, at the Mankhurd signal, it was hot and dusty and people scowled while crossing the road. Meanwhile, in an auto, a little cherub sat and gurgled in a lady’s lap. He was a smooth, shiny little butterball, all wrapped up in pink and green striped scarves. He had a face that, if tilted towards a dark sky, would part the clouds and let in the gentlest stream of rain and sunshine into the world. His dark eyes shone with excitement, as if he were watching the most splendidly decorated Christmas tree in front of him instead of a rusty traffic light. I waved at him. He looked at me and smiled. He was so cute…so adorable and portly in his yellow jumper that read: “I am a balloon.”

May we all have the sunniness that comes with such leaps of logic.

Merry Christmas everyone! Happy happy HAPPY new year!

My year ends here

I will not be blogging anymore in 2008.

Be safe everyone. Be happy.