Chrismas Came

a couple of hours ago, early on Christmas Eve as it ought to, when a kilogram of Ruby Darjeeling Tea, second flush, (all the way from Darjeeling) was deposited, after a discreet knock, on my doorstep...And now, drinking it, with the (smoked) help of our Local Pot Dealer's Christmas Flower Surprise, I am rediscovering what it means to become completely "woke," e'en without a trace of amphetamines in my bloodstream.  Though, truth to tell, old hippie that I am, I do regret those amphetamines. Nonetheless, in a half hour or so, I'll play the E Major prelude from the Second Book (aus dem wohltemperierte Klavier)--perfectly, as I have learned in this life to do--and God will be back in His Heaven. Or on His Throne. Atheist that I am, I do not distinguish between God and the Goodness of God.  I well remember, Lark of a seven-year-old that I was, caroling "the Little Lord Jesus asleep in the Hay."