Christmas time is here

Christmas time is here. Christmas time is here.

Secretary's out this week for her husband's care. My daughter wants to sleep all day. Christmas time is here.

I'm waiting on some checks. I can't get to the mail. I need a key, but no one's here. The other key's not here. They've ordered me a key. The postman makes the keys. Guess what: no keys, so there's no mail. Christmas time is here.

A closing to complete. The buyer sent no checks. The seller wants to close sometime. But he won't close today. The date's not right today. On Friday or next week. No closing date available. Christmas time is here.

No one answers calls. The order's in the mail. The case won't close without a judge. Christmas time is here.

The defendants won't consent. The special master's late. My client's mad. At everyone. Christmas time is here.

The sellers can't be reached. No one returns my calls. My emails sent have borne no fruit. Christmas time is here.

I need to pay my bills. I have no personnel. I have no cash and receivables. Christmas time is here.

Shopping time is here. No time, no cash, just drear. Let me be. Just let me sleep. Until the coming year.*

*Thanks to Vince Guaraldi for the tune running through my mind while I was writing this. No, I'm not really that sad or blue about these things. Not in the end. No, not really. "Methinks he protests too much." [Thanks, Will... Asshole.]

[The pictures above are of the law offices of Lincoln & Herndon in Springfield, Illinois and Christmas decorations at the Lincoln home, also in Springfield. I thought I would include same to add a little nuance to the piece.]

Merry Christmas.