A Sad Tale of Tristan Drought - by Luv2Danc

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A Sad Tale of Tristan Drought

Once upon a time there was a drought in the land of MacManiacs.

This was no ordinary drought of merely water – which  nourishes the body.

Alas, this was a drought much deeper -  of the heart, of the spirit.

A moment here, a glance there, a “there he is” hoping to see the beloved Tristan of the clan MacManus grace us with his beauty, his smile, his joyful heart, his lilting turn of a phrase, or a twirl or a dip, as he magically transports us into the Land of Joy and Delight.

And let’s face it, if we are sad of heart and spirit, life is blah and dreary.

What to do, dear Macmaniacs, what to do?

Perhaps we could call on the ancestor clan of MacManus for strength and courage.  After all we have had fleeting glimpses of the clan shield as Sir Tristan whirled and twirled with the delighted Nancy of Grace.

Sound the horns. Gather the resources. Marshall the troops. (Or are we a troupe?)

We are sound of mind (perhaps) and devoted of heart and spirit, and we will overcome, we shall overcome, we must overcome -  to search another day, to see Sir Tristan dance another day, and another and another and another . . . AND SOON!

So May It Be!