Welcome friends. Well, well, well. The big day is almost here… I hope that you’ve gotten all of your holiday shopping done. Haven’t left anyone out, I hope? No… I didn’t think so.
This is the poem that was finally selected to grace the inside of this year’s Stash Christmas card. The truth be known, my Lady Lex was not especially fond of this one either but of those presented to Her, this was the one that was deemed “the pick of the litter”.
Hoping that Santa brings you everything for which you asked… Happy Holiday Y’all. Stash
Pa-Rum-Pa-Pum-Pum
We’re coming to the end of another year
And things are getting better, or so I hear.
Stock market’s up; price of gas a bit less…
Christie’s gonna clean up Jersey’s mess.
But…
We’ll be in Afghanistan until 2024.
Handouts to the world but they want more.
“Friends” take our money… never a thank you…
Their loyalty based on how well their banks do.
The old at home…how do we care?
Slash social security and cut Medicare.
Benghazi, the IRS and the NRA…
Obamacare… hey, what can I say?
China’s smiling and Russia’s on the rise.
Around every corner there’s a new surprise.
A comet is heading towards the earth…
Gee… tough to rev some holiday mirth…
There isn’t much upon which we can depend…
That’s why we’re happy you’re our friend.
Warmest Holiday Greetings,
Alexis and Stash
What follows is a bonus gift from me to you, my loyal readers. Amazingly, there are quite a few of you out there, who believe that I lack a true Christmas commitment. Some sentimentalists feel that I take a bright and happy occasion and corrupt it by making it dark and twisted. While it’s true that I often stray into the melancholy fringe areas of this heartwarming holiday, one should not make the mistake of thinking that I am completely cynical in my attitude towards this very special day. Here is a poetic offering to my sensitive, soft hearted friends.
You may find that this poem can be made even more fun if, as you briskly read this selection, you silently hum to yourself Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start The Fire.” You can insert this mantra whenever or wherever you feel the need or urge. I am aware that these two concepts do not meld perfectly and that my meter and rhythm wander all over the place but my aim here was not to produce great literature… it was merely to demonstrate (to those doubters out there… you know who you are) the fact that within my heart, burns brightly the radiant spark of the true Christmas spirit. Stash
christmas bear
mistletoe
ho-ho-ho
merry-merry
nose like a cherry
(♬ we didn’t start the fire…♬)
toy filled sack
santa has a cookie snack
pretty, twirly snowflake
skating on a frozen lake
creamy eggnog
cozy fire, the ole yule log
holly wreath
spruce tree, toys beneath
carols sung
stockings hung
flying reindeer
holiday cheer
north pole helper elves
think not of ourselves
ribbons and bows
brand new clothes
scarfs and gloves
the glow of love
nutcracker ballet
dickens’ christmas carol play
ugly sweater, the wrong size
christmas cards, currier and ives
friendly caring
family sharing
three wise traveling men
bright star, bethlehem
manger, donkey, little lamb
roasted chestnuts, christmas ham
snowman on the frosty lawn
getting up before the dawn
gramps and your little granny
sweet and crunchy sugar candy
warm holiday wishes
eating on the special dishes
silver bells
kitchen smells
garland and twinkle lights
decorations, christmas sights
popcorn on a string
hark the herald angels sing
shopping at the lighted malls
singing off key, deck the halls
horse drawn troika sleigh
mom cleans house as kiddies play
as you see, i’m not some holiday stooge…
a modern version of dickens’ scrooge.
though my sentimental poems are rare…
admit it… i’m a big ole christmas bear.
stash