Clay eyes, whilst swiftly on me you turn,
I secretly hide, away... inside,
I let my day dreams skyward yearn,
a universally blanketed, pearled low tide.

Focus, drearily draw, small snail,
CrAWL! forward, best be going,
pin point interest, insist, and set sail,
tide's arising, mind climbing, already snowing.

But above the earth, really far up,
is a glaze, past the hazy dew,
of anew rays which hold as a cup,
the mixed feelings, my mental stew,

So fed, journey began, already contained,
in that dirt that was picked, formed,
drenched, cooled, heat treated, stained,
now glass, and finally set.

But now on you.

Good stuff pard
Happy Holidays !

Thanks, though the drinking is all yours this holiday if that's part of your celebrations. Either way, may they be merry!

Egg nog and sparkling cider !