So it's December 23, the last business day before Christmas. Seems like a good time to post something in the spirit of the holiday. I could play the curmudgeon and rant about some of the Christmas music one hears this time of year, but I won't do that (other than to note that the songwriters and performing artists who have given us the song "Last Christmas" have yet to pay for their crimes.) Or I could attempt an inspiring sermon about the importance of peace on insurance disputes and good will toward adjusters. But that would be weird. Or I could jot a few tried-and-true quick lines about the importance of loss prevention at this time of year, lest these guys show up at your door. But, let's be honest here, I'm basically lazy.
And because I'm basically lazy, I've decided to re-post a painful moving piece of poetry I first penned 10 years ago this month and published in IIABNY Insider. The poem tells the story of a character I shamelessly ripped off adapted from a popular work by the late Theodor S. Geisel, known to the masses as Dr. Seuss. I'm flattered that my tripe contribution to holiday literature has been reprinted by organizations such as Big I Virtual University and the Massachusetts Association of Insurance Agents, even as I question their editorial judgment. Apparently, others have found value in my poem as a space filler holiday message.