‘Twas 2 weeks before Christmas, and Kell cannot sleep.
She worries and types and tries not to weep.
“It’s an emotional season,” her friends tell her sweetly.
They have no idea, not even an inkling.
‘Cuz what they don’t know and what they can’t see,
Is the blog that she writes, anonymity is key.
“It’s been a whole year” she says “since I wrote my first post.”
And she’s finally got the hang of it . . .well, almost.
There are so many blogs that are better by far,
And compared to them, she can’t even make par.
First there’s her brother's and mom's, both intelligent and witty.
She obviously didn’t inherit those genes, more’s the pity.
And her book buddy Newt, whose love of life is so apparent.
With the Hubster and pets, her blog is most reverent.
There’s Peggy and Neil, who live in the home of her soul.
She lives vicariously, using their blogs as a keyhole.
Gary, Murph and JD, so exceptional with their quills,
To attempt the same would just be chasing windmills.
Ch3ll3 and Lisa post photos extraordinary.
And their similarities with Kell are just downright scary.
Susan and Tink blog of life's moments they relive.
They’re funny and frank, making us all happily captive.
Some new blogs to explore and new friends to make.
Her Indoors, MJ, Gracy, Digital Janitor, and Chelle Y are the icing on the cake.
Thank all you bloggers for writing and commenting.
Here’s to another year, with no more personal lamenting.
So, no more worries and no more stressing.
‘Tis the season of joy and the season of blessing.
And before Kell nods off, she has one last thing to write.
Happy blogging to all and to all a good night.