no hens French, partridge,
doves. Lover’s budget limit:
It’s the week before Christmas
as I sit in my chair
watching DVD fireplace-flames
licking video air
the room engulfed with sounds
of the season; beloved vinyl (old 33’s)
plus trusty cassettes, brand new CDs
crackling logs, favorite carols and
traditional tunes; the real meaning
of Christmas, humorous ones, too;
Of Rudolph and Frosty!
Bells silver and sleigh!
Shepherds and drummer boys
showing us the way!
All there in my easy chair, dog nestled
in at my side, the glow of our tree,
with thoughts of Christmases gone by
I can’t help but be filled with fresh
holiday cheer as Christmas invigorates
happens every year
It’s not just the memories, but
anticipation, too! For each Christmas
brings moments memorably new
But here in my living room,
my comfortable chair, I need something
I can’t get any other time of the year
I snuff out the fire, with a click of
the remote; I need something more now,
something with snow
White Christmas the choice, great
holiday fare, catch a few classic
numbers, then move on from there
Crosby and Clooney singing Irving Berlin
the week before Christmas; ringing it in
It’s a Wonderful Life, sentiment with
which I concur; then its A Christmas Story,
a boy and the b.b. gun he prefers
(nobody gets his eye shot out, contrary
to appearance) but tears always fall
whenever we hear ‘Attaboy, Clarence.’
My old holiday friends come and
join me each night; the dog and I
sit, she sleeps and shares my delight
On Frosty! On Ralphie!
On Rudolph and Hermie!
We cheer for George Bailey!
And for Linus’ speech with
Charlie Brown’s orphan tree!
On to 34th street, the miracle always
triumphs; for more weighty fare, we
have Ebenezer’s “Humbug!” harumphs.
The Grinch sees his heart grow, Scrooge
does as well; but which ‘Carol’ to choose?
Sim and Scott both excel
As the evening winds down, we rekindle the
fire; visitors gone now, time to retire
But before I settle down for a nice winter’s
nap, a few more carols, dog asleep in my lap
Before dousing the fire, unplugging the
tree,our home is quiet as it ever can be
Bedtime inventory, as we pass through
the house; familial artifacts from the
past; handmade and hand-me-downs, made
of cardboard and glass
And y grandmother’s Julenissen – impish
elf far older than me, winks as he skis
with his gifts ‘neath our tree
There are ornaments commemorating
events from our lives; children, now a new
grandson, we’re always adding more prizes
My dog stands at my side now, patiently
watching with wonder; her look says
‘It’s bedtime, I’ve covers to get under!’
But she’ll hear me whisper as we
kill the last lights; tomorrow’s
another old Christmas friends night.