'T is the Day before Flex Day

I did hear from Ann Roemer--a very nice response--and I'll share that tomorrow.  But since this is the day before Flex Day, I'll give the last of the seven-page poem I wrote this Christmas as my gift to Jonathan:

‘T was the day before Flex Day with poem unfinished

And hopes that her friends would hear from her diminished.

Sir Harvey would be there in no time at all,

So if she were to finish, she’d better not stall.

“What have I left out of this trite too-long verse?”

She wondered re-reading, which made the case worse.

They say the best loved words are “Now I conclude,”

So that’s what I’ll do.  May our hearts be imbued

With the spirit of hope, gratitude for what’s here.

Concluding  (Thank God!):  Have a HAPPY NEW YEAR!

In an earlier draft it was the day after Christmas, and then it was the day before New Year's.  One thing that didn't change is that "Sir Harvey" was on his way.  On New Year's Eve, he was coming to spend the evening and night, but today he was coming to take me to Will's Auto Body to pick up my car.  The "Sir Harvey" was inspired by my brother David who wanted a favor from Javier but couldn't remember his name.  "Sir?...

Harvey?"  he asked.  It stuck!