It is Rejection’s Ire which crouches beneath during the holidays br it is long lived and memory-filled and surfaces so easily, br belying my belief that it’s negativities had long since died; br unknowing it rushes back to me at odd times br especially during the holidays; br but I veteran that I now am br caught it creeping through br confronted it br boxed its ears br sending it back to it’s ugly hovel- br not to ruin this year- br this Season’s Cheer br br br and I, and my mind, br took br br Silent Solace br renewing the Season’s Joy br which is to be br now and tomorrow, br br Rejection Free; br br self and others br allowing space all around br instead to be filled br with Forgiving br Love’s Herald br and Predecessor: br and for Truth br my Silent Secret Salvation. br br My ringing toast, thus this year br will sound for itself much louder br for having drowned out br the clanging clatter br of Rejection's Cruel Ire. br br And I shall be at my best br for all of it.