Merry Christmas, my friends!
If you celebrate another holiday, or none at all, accept my words as the wishes for warmth, comfort, and fun they are intended to be. :K)
For your amusement, a couple of funny ‘poems’ I scribbled out last week, intending to put them in my family’s stockings. (Most of them were awful; I submit the two that at least earned a few chuckles.)
He’s up on a ladder,
He’s driving to the mall,
He’s rolling out cookies!
He’s always on call.
He strung up the lights,
He decorated the tree.
He braved the Black Sunday crowds,
Always for free.
Let’s hear it for Dad,
The director/producer and narrator of the season,
Coffee-fueled engine of generosity,
Even when not given much reason.
Thank you for your time Dad,
May I be as good a father, once I get laid.
I’m sorry it doesn’t fit.
I’m sorry it’s decaf.
I’m sorry it’s late.
I’m sorry I ate it.
I don’t hate you,
I didn’t lose your list.
I’m not an idiot,
Just a lame brain.
I don’t re-gift,
I don’t shop with malice.
I could have gone with a gift card,
Admitting I have no time for you.
Your gift may have come in a box,
A chest of ice…
But it was packed with more than foam,
It was packaged with anticipation.
Wrapped with more than a bow,
I topped it with a giddy grin.
Your smile upon opening it is my reward.
That’s all I wanted to see.
Obligation doesn’t drive me,
I just wanted a thank you that wasn’t a ‘socks thank-you.’
Give me that smile, recognize my play for your joy,
…And then I’ll hand over the receipt.
May today be nothing but warm fuzzies for you all, whatever the weather may be like.