Seasonal Poet Gifts

A Poem: With daylight's shift, winter doth come

A poem: With daylight's shift, winter draws near...

"Oh, we're not religious. We only go on the solstices and equinoxes."

Happy Easter

“Hey Everyone! It’s the first day of Fall! Okay, you go first!”

"No, Doris, not implants!"

"It's Dr. Sadie. Go ahead, caller." "Yeah, how come you haven't said 'Merry Christmas' yet?" "Oh, that’s because I was hoping to provoke everyone who’s upset about the so-called 'war on Christmas' to spend all their time on hold waiting to castigate me. That way, all the normal people who don’t think Christmas is just another chance to play the victim can open their gifts in peace." "You're welcome, America." "Why haven't you played 'Jingle Bells' yet?"

Santa Claus You Are Welcome.

"I love November - the crunch of leaves underfoot... the crisp air... the holiday markets..." "... it getting dark by mid-afternoon..." "Okay, that's less enjoyable."

"We're freaky February hares, the mad march ones have vanished due to global warming."

Glyndebourne

Old Joe the gardener was begining to regret the fact he'd bought last year's pumpkin seeds on Halloween!

Futile Little Snow Shoveler Guy Snow Globe

Easter Egg Delivery

'It's a snow mobile.'

Pre-Winter Ennui-'Hon, did you have the furnace checked?'

"UK government aren’t budging boss. Sole supplier or not under the new procurement regulations our new contract has to have three KPIs..."

"So, are you predicting an early spring?"

'Oh that's weird! i just had a shiver go down my wallet. My wife must have just bought something.'

"If you want to play fetch with the dog, throw your own @#&% arm."

To the office...happy Easter, from Sid.

"I love this time of year."

Snooze Alarm for Mole.

'Relax, it's purely a seasonally affected disorder.'

"Santa's elves have to eat, you know."

"Right so that's agreed, we can say 'Happy Festive Season' as long as we add the caveat that we are in no way liable for any lack of 'happiness' or a surfeit of 'misery'!"

Contradictory Phil

Snowman and stickmen losing arms

"You've got to learn to let go."

'Son, you're old enough now to know, there's no such thing as Christmas.'

Open Mike Night Presents Sadie Cohen in: Changing Seasons. Does life affirm with coming fall? Leaved hit the ground, men huddle. Smashing each other over a ball. Wrestling around in a puddle. Huh? In this potpourri of hulky sights, one image is hardly the least, sir. So many changes, so many nights ... to see Eli Manning's keister. The bard of NY Giants football. Beautiful. Disgusting.

'So is this your lazy days of summer, or are we still working on spring?'

"You're really serious about that diet!"

Christmas Socks

"Did you get some work done?"