but not all were happy at this time this year.
The nation was mourning the loss at a school,
Of innocents simply enjoying the Yule.
Two thousand and twelve had its share of sad tidings,
Down slippery slopes it oft seemed we were gliding.
Yet as tears are shed and we search for the reason,
The light in the darkness helps brighten the season.
A temple and theater also were hit,
Madmen and ammo just aren’t a good fit.
Superstorm Sandy did damage galore,
Especially to those who live down by the shore.
Billions of dollars were spent on our votes,
Resulting in little of change for to note.
The White House and Congress continue to bicker,
Who can throw taxpayers off the cliff quicker?
The number of folks out of work didn’t lessen,
Even with Washington fightin’ and messin’.
Troops in Afghanistan won’t be home soon,
Suppose we could have them all here by next June?
Gangnam-style dancing was made up by PSY,
Alas, that’s a fad that just passed me right by.
The song, “Call Me Maybe,” by Carly Rae Jepsen,
Climbed higher and faster than George and Jane Jetson.
Summertime brought us Olympics from London,
Two weeks of gym vaults, and swimmin’ and runnin’.
Even the Queen gave us reason to smile,
Joining with Bond for an entrance worthwhile.
A bank lost three billion and still stayed afloat,
“That’s no big deal,” said the Chair in a gloat.
Facebook went public and then in the tank,
Only Mark Zuckerberg waltzed to the bank.
The Occupy movement finally went bust,
Leaving demands and some junk in the dust.
Looking to point out the “haves” and the “nots,”
Their actions and words did not help them a lot.
Young lass Ms. Lohan has troubles anew,
Jail time and taxes are making her blue.
Kardashians seemingly always make news,
Why in the world do we care what they do?
Mitt Romney gave it the old college try,
Coming up just a few toss-up states shy.
Mitt’s biggest problem was having too much,
Burdened alas with his King Midas touch.
Meanwhile Obama appealed to the masses,
Relying a bunch on division of classes.
The strategy worked, of that there’s no doubt,
Republicans only are left with a pout.
Except in the House where the Rs reign supreme,
Toning down myriad Democrat dreams.
It seems to work best when we balance the power,
Compromise being the word of the hour.
Football saw New York and Crimson Tide fans,
Claiming supremacy throughout the land.
The Giants of baseball brought back the crown,
With Posey at catcher, the toast of the town.
Kentucky was king of one basketball hill,
The Heat and LeBron gave Miami a thrill.
Bubba won green at golf’s holiest site,
And Tiger served notice he’s ready to fight.
That golf club in Georgia finally played nice,
Inviting a woman to join, Condi Rice.
Now Easy-Bake Ovens are getting a facelift,
Boys want to stir things and measure and sift.
Meryl Streep won for Best Actress again,
Playing Ms. Thatcher, she looked like her twin.
And if you had nothing else planned for to do,
Reality shows gave us Honey Boo Boo.
David Petraeus fell down off his perch,
When lewd email postings showed up in a search.
And good ol’ Joe Biden is loaded for bear,
No doubt with malaprops ready to share.
The Mayans predicted last week was the end.
So if you can read this it might well depend,
On whether their prophecies came true or not.
Just to be safe, I’ll continue to jot.
Kim Jong-un now is called “Great Successor,”
The question becomes will he be an aggressor?
Rockets he’s got and says they are peaceful,
Seoul thinks perhaps that he’s not being truthful.
And speaking of countries with eyes on a nuke,
Iran’s Ahmadinejad remains quite a kook.
Pakistan’s had one for quite a long time,
Let’s hope they can keep their fanatics in line.
China continues to buy up our stuff,
But if they take Twinkies, I’d say, “That’s enough.”
Why don’t they just go and pick on the Greeks,
Islands last longer than creamy filled treats.
Brad Pitt and Jennifer plan to remarry,
Not to each other, but they should be wary.
Hollywood couplings quite often aren’t strong,
But tabloids say together they still do belong.
The Mideast, as always, is hardly at peace,
In Gaza and Israel firing should cease.
Ditto for Egypt, Syria and more,
Dictators should quickly be shown to the door.
Yet even with all of the troubles and pain,
This season reminds us of what we can gain.
More loving, more sharing, more friendships so dear,
To last us throughout all the coming New Year.
Surely there’s goodness that all hearts can glean,
So here’s to a peaceful Twenty Thirteen.
Bill Lewis is a freelance writer in Marietta.