Sumpin, Sumpin

I Ho Ho Ho'd and jollied my way through removing the Christmas lites for the season. A beautiful mash up occurred while I untwisted the corded lites that made for merry nites. I was bumpin a legit Klassic on the stereo while I carefully wound down the colorful lites from a festive season of love, laughter, joy and Genesee red eyes. Maxwell's 'Urban Hang Suite' thumped through the speakers as I reminisced on a blissful holiday season. Blissful due to my lovely wife, by my side, steadfastly holding my hand through the thickest and thinnest, the joy and the pain, the losses and the gain, through time until I need Rogain. I'm blessed, I'm lucky, I'm top shelf at Buccee's. All these years, Maxwell's songs are our early date nite's theme, crooning over the airwaves, wifey and I forging memories and gathering good times, bottling those good times so I can write these rhymes. Christmas 2023 is in the books.