Christmas Poem 2000

Each Christmas I wander all over the malls,
I peer in the windows, I tramp down the halls.
I search high and low for the things that feel right.
The ones not too gaudy or tacky or bright.
The ones I can say (with a confident tone),
Are meant in some fashion to live in your home.
(And to think that I do this on foot and alone!)

But this year as I wandered the shops all aglow,
I found very little to match those I know.
There were trinkets and trumpets and tons of cool toys.
There were coasters and candles and Christmas-y noise.
There were bangles and baubles and really cute blondes.
There were feathers and furniture, fishes and fronds.
But nowhere among these thousands of things,
Did I find even one that I wanted to bring.
(Though the blondes were quite tempting, they also had rings.)

So I gathered my thoughts and I planned my attack,
(or at least I did after my afternoon nap.)
With no plan in mind I sat on my floor,
And tried to think things that I hadn’t before.
While all of the things that I thought were unique,
None made good gifts, or at least not this week.
(but April is due to come in with a squeak!)

Then I saw in the piles of things in my room,
Something that shattered my gift-giving gloom.
I had an idea! A purpose! A plan!
Now all I needed were scissors and scans!
I quoted some Shakespeare (think Midsummer’s Night),
And set to the task of making things right.
(Working till dawn in my fake candlelight)

And then when I finished I wrote a short verse.
It rhymed and it reasoned (and t’was quite well rehearsed).
And when it was over I wrote it down here,
So open your gifts, you have nothing to fear!
(At least not from me for the rest of the year!)
((That’s only a week so stop cheering! Ya hear?!?))

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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