Dispatches by Adrian Conoza

'Til then, Christmas, I will miss your joy I'm glad for the Season, I had some rest 'Til then, Christmas, I wait like a boy Back to normal, work hard, be put to test 'Til then, Christmas, thanks for the joy of giving I've learned the value of the period, the Reason for the Season The togetherness of family, the union and sharing This time of the year is done, and time goes on 'Til then, Christmas, I'll miss the TV shows The books and stories, good channels and programs Insights, encounters, and reflections that glow The great break that I had 'Til then, Christmas, your spirit may enliven Even if it's not your time, may your soul sparkle Kindness, generosity, goodness you have lent 'Til then, let your stars twinkle 'Til then, Christmas, the lights have to go out The music of your days go back to shelf Your comfort and gentleness have stood out Christmas that's meaningful, that I felt 'Til then, Christmas, I move on with life Through li

To the fourteenth year of the new millennium To the days that will pass very soon To a new beginning, another new beginning as the bells of Big Ben banging, New York's ball down going To a fresh start for those who survived A revival from the storm they've come through alive To the remaining pieces of fourth year high school for once again in hardship I'll be glued To the random problems we have to solve where we won't use established formulas, where the answers are not Joules To the road we have to take It's not easy, but we'll endure and enjoy all throughout for God's sake To each relationship, to our close connections To those we love, and to those we'll meet as we go along To the next 365 days of our lives full of joys and blessings and ups and downs to mark the timeline To the future that we do not know and soon—as clocks tick and leaves fall—will unfold To growth and flourishing, improvement and development To productivity—its fulfillment we can ge