Happy December, My Friends.
As some of you may know, each year I attempt to write a poem with the intention of including within the Stash family holiday card. What follows was supposed to be this year’s offering. I usually lean toward the dark side of holidays but this year I intended to present a real Norman Rockwell/Currier and Ives type of poem… one filled with traditional sentiments and quaint imagery. As is frequently the case, when approaching poem’s end, the words seem to take on a life of its own.
In any event, I presented my composition to the Lady Lex, for which I received a big thumbs down. I had put a number of hours into this poem and needless to say, I was a bit disappointed but if Mama ain’t happy, then changes need to be made. This work won’t be making it into our card this year but I thought I’d present it to you fine folks anyway. Here it is.
Stash
A Christmas Parable
The snow had just begun to fall,
Which added excitement to the night…
Christmas Eve.
The children were all in pajamas…
Little Beverly, Barbara, Bryan and Steve.
Each had written a letter to Santa
And lived tonight in a sweet dream…
A childhood fantasy of hopes…
Of baby dolls, fire trucks,
Puppy dogs and microscopes.
The night seemed so very long.
Many times, in the darkness,
The children had a awoken.
“Has Santa come yet?”
Hushed words, in a whisper, spoken.
When reluctant morning finally arrived,
The children, in robes and slippers,
Scrambled down the stairs,
To the decorated tree…
And the colorfully wrapped gifts found there.
Under the boughs, Beverly found her dolly
And Barbara, a doctor’s kit.
Bryan yelped, “It’s hard to believe!”
I got a bike…
But nothing’s been left for Steve!”
An unfortunate reality… but it was true.
Not a single thing had been left.
Steve went from surprised to sad,
As he remembered
The many times that he had been bad.
Herein is the lesson to be learned.
Kiddies please lend your sweet ears…
If you don’t believe…. if you have a doubt…
Santa does see all…
Take my advice and you better watch out.
Stash