This year, more than most, we gather to rejoice
(Because, with this crisis, we have little choice
Whether in Tallinn, Tashkent, Moscow, or Rome
We’re all celebrating the season at home)
But remember, that smell in the air
Is happiness and hope, not fear and despair
While the days in the year shrink, as a funnel
There’s clearly light at the end of this tunnel
So let’s celebrate in style, friends one and all
We’ll spread the word, send out the call
We use words 'cause we're writers — not mimes
And we welcome the most challenging rhymes
Indeed, in our region, cheer is endemic
It remains strong, despite this pandemic
And while we all wish more clients would hire us
We won’t surrender to this stupid virus
Indeed, say o-for-a Rodu and Dovid
Shout “begone!, you most hated Covid!
As Yoda would say, "laughter the way is"
We’ll enjoy these most special days
(And take a moment to remember
Those less fortunate this December
Extend a hand, buy a meal
Keep in mind, fate’s spinning wheel)
And speaking of focus and fates
Please please remember key CEELM dates.
London Conference! Deadlines for submission!
For your knowledge, we are most fondly wishin'!
But put that off for another time, prob’ly best
Instead, let’s concentrate on this annual fest
And though, this year, forced metaphor
Let’s throw up the window, and open the door
Choose beverage: eggnog, Jäger or beer
Shout "Merry Christmas! Happy New Year!
2020 is over — this challenge is done!"
We eagerly yell, "Come ’21!"
And though Lewis Carroll might call us Mad Hatters,
"Happy Holidays from CEE Legal Matters!"
