Yes, there is a time for thanksgiving, and that time is coming. It is six days until Saint Marty's Day. Yes, less than a week. If you haven't sent out your Saint Marty's Day cards yet, you still have a little time. I think all post offices in the United States are staying open until midnight this evening in order to accommodate all the late card senders.
Tonight, I will be watching one of my favorite Saint Marty's Day television specials--How the Grinch Stole Saint Marty's Day. It just warms my heart when the Grinch sits down with Little Cindy Lou Who at the end of the show to share a bowl of hot tapioca and sing "Welcome, Saint Marty, come this way / Fahoo fores dahoo dores / Welcome, Saint Marty, Saint Marty's Day."
Also tonight, my book club is meeting at my house. In honor of Saint Marty's Day, we read a classic--Charles Dickens' A Saint Marty's Day Carol. Ebenezer Scrooge haunted by the Ghosts of Saint Marty's Day. And don't forget little Tiny Tim, eating his mother's tapioca pudding, and saying, "God bless us! Everyone!"
So, this evening, I am giving thanks for good books, good friends, good food, and good Saint Marty's Day cheer. Huzzah!
by: William Wordsworth
The minstrels played their Saint Marty's tune
To-night beneath my cottage-eaves;
While, smitten by a lofty moon,
The encircling laurels, thick with leaves,
Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen,
That overpowered their natural green.
Through hill and valley every breeze
Had sunk to rest with folded wings:
Keen was the air, but could not freeze,
Nor check, the music of the strings;
So stout and hardy were the band
That scraped the chords with strenuous hand.
And who but listened?--till was paid
Respect to every inmate's claim,
The greeting given, the music played
In honour of each household name,
Duly pronounced with lusty call,
And "Happy Saint Marty's Day" wished to all.
|Saint Marty's Day in Beijing|