To all my friends in cyberspace:
May your hair, your teeth, your face, your abs and your stocks not fall; and May your blood pressure, your triglycerides, your cholesterol, your white blood count and your mortgage interest not rise.
May you get a clean bill of health from your dentist, your cardiologist, your gastroenterologist, your urologist, your proctologist, your podiatrist, your psychiatrist, your plumber and the IRS.
May you find a way to travel from anywhere to anywhere in the rush hour in less than an hour, and when you get there May you find a parking space.
May Friday evening, December 31, find you seated around the dinner table, together with your beloved family and cherished friends, ushering in the New Year ahead. You will find the food better, the environment quieter, the cost much cheaper, and the pleasure much more fulfilling than anything else you might ordinarily do that night.
May you wake up on January 1st, finding that the world has not come to an end, the lights work, the water faucets flow, the sky has not fallen, and your email is going strong.
May you go to the bank on Monday morning, January 3rd and find your account is in order, your money is still there and any mistakes are in your favor.
May you ponder on January 4th; How did this ultramodern civilization of ours manage to get itself traumatized by a possible slip of a blip on a chip made out of sand.
May you (in the US) have the strength to go through a year of presidential campaigning, and May some of the promises made be kept. May you believe at least half of what the candidates propose, and May those elected fulfill at least half of what they promise, and the miracle of reducing taxes and balancing budgets happen.
May what you see in the mirror delight you, and what others see in you delight them.
May the telemarketers wait to make their sales calls until you finish dinner, and May your check book and your budget balance, and May they include generous amounts for charity.
May you remember to say "I love you" at least once a day to your spouse, your child, your parent; but not to your secretary, your nurse, your masseuse, your hairdresser or your tennis instructor.
May we live as intended: in a world at peace, and aware of the beauty in every sunset, every flower's unfolding petals, every baby’s smile and every wonderful, astonishing, miraculous beat of our heart.
My best wishes in rodbuilding and flyfishing to all of you. May your nodes be flat, your blades sharp, your glue lines tight, and your sections straight. May your dry flies float high, and your nymphs swing low.
At Christmas, May we all come out of the workshop or off the stream do something nice for someone who cannot possibly return the favor.
May we indulge our wives and husbands and children and grandchildren for a day or two, and while enjoying the food and merriment, remember those with no extravaganza this season. May we remember, the season celebrates the birth of the Prince of peace, Wonderful Counselor, the Everlasting Father, not the great divider of men. The love and grace of God is worthy of our celebrations and praise, by whatever name we call Him.
And the heavenly host sang, ".... On Earth, peace towards men of good will."
Harry Boyd (or as CC calls me, "The Rev")