Rest

He says, this is just what I wanted for Christmas, like you appeared on the back of a sleigh, wrapped in ribbons. You make a note to ask the Universe what it means by this ease, I turned over a tails up penny in the street the other day and it’s still there waiting every day when I walk by now, why is no one taking the luck when it’s given so readily. 

Christmas waits in the wings, rest waits in the wings, you have worked so hard to get not where you’re going but to all the places you’ll go. Now, for a minute, you may rest on your laurels.

Now, says the Universe, you may get what’s been yours to come.