“And when the wise men arrived in Bethlehem, their camels finally got a much needed break.”
The Ragtag Daily Prompt yesterday was BREATHLESS and today it’s RELAX.
I trust you folks who’ve been rushing around breathlessly getting ready for family gatherings and/or tying up year-end duties at the workplace will soon be able to kick back and relax.
I have nothing original to say about these prompt words, but I do have this poem by Edgar Guest. I’m very fond of it myself.
NO PLACE TO GO The happiest nights I ever know are those when I’ve no place to go, and the missus says when the day is through, “Tonight we haven’t a thing to do. Oh, the joy of it– and the peace untold of sitting ‘round in my slippers old, with my pipe and book in my easy chair, knowing I needn’t go anywhere. Needn’t hurry my evening meal nor force the smiles I do not feel, but can grab a book from a nearby shelf, drop all sham and be myself. Oh, the charm of it and the comfort rare; nothing on earth that can compare! And I’m sorry for him who doesn’t know the joy of having no place to go. by Edgar A Guest
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Makes me want to put on warm socks and pull my chair up to our oil-burning stove in the living room 🙂
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Hear! Hear! Edgar!
I’ll skip the pipe, but the rest, I’m in!
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Yeah, I’m a home-body, too, in my old age. Back in Edgar’s day pipes were common — today you never see one. People didn’t connect tobacco with cancer.
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My father went through a pipe phase 🙂
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