Peal, Christmas bells! Ring loud and long!May choral groups rejoice in song!Though not a few of us are bummed outLet gloom and doom be hereby drummed out.As days grow short, and hot, and dry,And smoke from somewhere dims the sky,Dear friends, we’re primed to wish you blissIn even such a time as this,With greetings fond, and full of cheer,And hopes for better luck next year,And years to come—we’re gonna need it!Major mojo, may God speed it!To Kamala and Doug and GwenAnd Tim, you gave your ten times tenPer cent, i.e., you gave your all,Then did it right and made the call,Conceded that you hadn’t won—Please note, opponents, how it’s done.So—what about those Yankees, yo?Well, yes, the Dodgers beat ’em, thoughThe Yanks hung tough and looked askanceAt the Dodgers’ silly dance.Now,…
