These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

What Kind of Christmas Will it Be?

Freezing temps with heat to come.
What will life soon be?
Battered clouds to earth in sum,
sounds like catastrophe.

My feet are cold, so very much,
but what of these ten days?
Will sweating be the latest touch
of weather's great displays?

When cold and hot are dancing fast
the spinning wind is rough.
The lighter things are lifted, cast,
until it's had enough.

Some may have snow when it's all said.
White Christmas in the Maine.
Thermometers may blast the red,
where temps have gone insane.

The yard work, that I need to do
may soon be feasible.
To prune lantana, await the new,
the task may quickly call.

Tonight, just feels like Christmas Eve.
Some furry slippers toes.
Tomorrow night another reprieve,
before we abandon those.

But God be praised. His Mercy's great,
the Day makes known His Son.
The heat and cold will not be late.
Great good is ever done.

by Jay O’Toole
on December 15th, 2025