The days grow short, the sun declines,And once again, in cobbled rhymes,We greet you all! “Dear all,” we say(The standard form, that is, today),“Et cetera”—a long quotation,Which we’ll omit in salutation,The freight of which is: Yay! You’re here!We’ve made it through another yearTogether, somehow, bless us all.Now let’s adjourn to our Great Hall,Whose walls, we’re told, are well bedecked, ’n’Punch bowls checked for ivermectin.The stars arrive, both nat. and local:Both Bidens, natch, and our Gov. Hochul.Jill, Joe, and Kathy, sit ye downAround the blazing Christmas nounBeside Saul Griffith, whom we’re tight with(Someone Joe should talk all night with),And lean in close to Rachel Cusk,Barbara Kingsolver, Elon Musk,Harry Styles, Lisa Yuskavage,Jorge Ramos, Adam Savage,Olympic champ Sunisa Lee,And Dr. Annie Onishi.We wish pure bliss to Allie BroshAs she enjoys a Yuletide nosh,And…
