Christmas is piggy greedy.

Christmas hogs it.

All that merry merry.

All that goodwill towards men.

All that kindness towards others.

All that rushing around doing good deeds.

So many songs of peace on earth.

All stuff everyone really needs.

This year, after packages are all opened, and tummies all full,

As all sit around warmed by the glow of friends and family,

Maybe it would be a good idea to bank some of all that?

There’s so much available  at this time of year; it won’t be missed.

Here.

Drop a little in here – so some of the good stuff will be on hand all year long.

Piggy for good.

Grab a little tolerance (So you can believe what you believe. And I can believe what I believe. And we can agree to disagree, but still get along by finding common ground.)

Snatch up a little kindness. (Spread that out some. There’s lots of opportunities. Capture the neighbors garbage can before it flies all the way down the street. Open a door for someone. Let that guy with one item go ahead of you in the checkout line. Refuse to laugh at another’s misfortune or pain. Treat others as you wish to be treated, that’s kind.)

Gather up a little extra encouragement. (Never enough of this on the streets. Look around. Just think: the way life is today, your small comment might be the only positive thing that happens to that person the entire day.)

Pile in plenty of hope (It’s like water: a flood of it can move any barrier. A trickle can invade a tiny spot, widen it, until it successfully flows through. A calm pond is reflective. Yeah, hope is always good to have on hand)

Stuff in plenty of giggles, smiles, and eyes shining brightly (All those expand once let loose)

There’s so much of this stuff bouncing off the walls during Christmas, some of it should be collected and frozen until needed.

All of these are very odd coins: the more they are spent, the more they return.

So Christmas don’t be piggy.

Share some of the wealth.

So everyone use your pockets, your Tupperware, those bins, jars, or this piggy bank.

Saving some for later might be saving ourselves?

Isn’t Santa watching all year long?

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

May warmth and joy find your hearth and linger long.