Oh, Tidings of Comfort and Joy

LIBBY SOLLIS

Monday’s card is wondrous droll:
A mouse asleep in a wassail bowl.
Tuesday’s shows the standard quota
Of honkers heading for Sarasota.
Wednesday brings an abstract number:
Rorschach blots, cerise and umber.
Thursday’s children, framed in wreath:
Two he’s, one she — all three, buck teeth.
Friday’s Santy (a roguish Ibsen),
Lolls supine and sips a Gibson.
Saturday, holding up a fish —
Who on earth is Al McNish?

Season’s greetings, many splendored,
Unto Caesar duly rendered.