I’m toying with more theatrical “radio theater” as I’m planning on doing more of this in 2025.
Giving thanks in poem form.
To the tune of “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas.”
Happy Thanksgiving.
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A Thanksgiving Tale, 2024
(In the style of “The Night Before Christmas”)
‘Twas the morn of Thanksgiving, and all through my mind,
Were the moments and memories this year left behind.
From travels afar to lands near and wide,
I’m grateful for journeys and joy by my side.
From Biarritz breezes to Prague’s cobbled streets,
Germany’s charm and Austin’s warm greets.
San Francisco’s hills, San Diego’s shore,
Phoenix and Vegas—I couldn’t ask for more.
But it’s not just the places, the sights, or the scenes,
It’s the friends I’ve embraced, the moments between.
For old ties rekindled and new bonds begun,
I’m thankful for friendships, each and every one.
As family grows distant in time or in place,
We weave friends as family, a bond to embrace.
While parents and elders pass through life’s door,
Their lessons and love stay with us evermore.
My wife finds her joy in the work she holds dear,
And my youngest explores Italy’s wonders this year.
My eldest plans boldly, his path to commence,
A move to the States—what an exciting suspense!
This year brought transitions, a dance with the past,
Yet the present’s a gift, and the future’s a vast
Canvas of moments, both measured and free,
With Kairos and Chronos, guiding time’s sea.
The Magician and Mathematician combine,
Enchanting the moments with rhythm and line.
For math gives us order, and magic the thrill,
Together they weave time’s tapestry still.
I’m thankful for purpose, for helping others create,
To spark their first work and unlock their fate.
A single word shared can transform and ignite,
Into pages and stories that bring dreams to light.
I’m an instigator, a catalyst, a guide,
Helping others discover the strength they’ve inside.
A trigger for change, a beginner’s best friend,
Who nudges them forward to where they can ascend.
So perhaps this next year, with its dreams and its tragic,
Will center on one word: simply “magic.”
Or maybe “magical”—both feel quite right,
To capture life’s wonder, its joy, and its light.
And so on this day, I give thanks from my core,
For love, for creation, for what lies in store.
For the past, for the present, for what’s yet to be,
Happy Thanksgiving—to you, and to me.?