Did Fio almost miss a day? This month is passing much too quickly!
My schedule is too tight; I don't have time
Each Christmastide to sound and count and beat,
Reciting every year a well-turned rhyme
Replete with inspiration, form, and feet.
You know, of course, the truth of what I say--
Commitments ring me round like silver chain
Hung on a Christmas tree, and hour and day
Run faster than the currents of my brain.
In truth, I'd rather have the time to write
Some gracious greeting, giving you my best,
To wish you joy, good health, your heart's delight--
My love to you and may your year be blessed.
As I've explained, my time is much too tight,
So read top down, far left, to read me right.