To-day, whatever may annoy, The word for me is Joy, just simple Joy. - John Kendrick Bangs

May the Christmastide bear you to the highest level of your desires, and the ebbing year leave you stranded upon the Golden Shores of Peace, Prosperity and Happiness

For me, my craft is sailing on,
Through mists to-day, clear seas anon.
Whate’er the final harbor be
’T is good to sail upon the sea!

Whate’er there be of Sorrow
I’ll put off till To-morrow,
And when To-morrow comes, why then
’T will be To-day and Joy again.