when the dog bites, when the bee stings.

...because earlier this week, the bees stung and the dog bit. And sometimes, I just need to look past ignore completely those bludgers [Harry Potter reference] and think of the goods things in life.

[when I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don't feel so bad.]

Nieces and nephews that squirm and smile,
Going home when it's been a while.
Christmas tree lit, the house all a-glow,
Snowflakes falling when there's no where to go.

A little baby girl waiting to arrive,
Her kicks and punches and nose dives.
Getting little-Christmas-somethings for the people I adore,
A yummy cookie, or two, or three, or four.