It might be the only day of the year
when writing might not be writ,
or books not be read;
but I did some reading at four o’clock
all snuggled up in bed.
And writing has a moment,
when it just must be done,
and this is the very moment,
because writing is such fun.
However, if, today,
you do not write,
or read a word at all,
I’ll still wish you a merry festive time
as I pop on down another rhyme,
and listen to literature’s call.