Nearly twelve months ago you and I spent-
Days of blood-soaked healing together.
A friendly blitzkrieg came and went;
The after-storm we somehow weathered.
Obscure survivors, tossed about –
Gifted, struggling, with, without.
And here I raise my glass (no doubt-
We do together, laugh and shout)
Today we celebrate a victory, clear!
We have survived and thrived, my dear –
This last appalling, blessed year.