Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Twas The Week Before Christmas



Twas the week before Christmas and all through the days
the good folk prepared in peculiar ways.
They hung coloured lights strung from here to there,
not a corner neglected, not a tree left bare.

Hydro lines hummed, electricity surged,
the night sky illuminated and the darkness was purged.
Electric Jesus' glowed, ostentatious and fine.
Mary, Joseph and peeps in a Vegas chorus line.



Hot air blow-ups replaced real snow women and men.
Twinkling deer sat in decoy between Grinch and penguin.
All this fanfare, I find, makes my head spin a little.
When it started, I muse, is a bit of a riddle.



One thing's for certain, makes me miss days of old
when we strung paper chains in red, green and gold.
Merry snow folk gathered in the fronts of our yards,
donning carrots and sticks and old mittens and scarves.

Our trees weren't manicured; no spray painted limbs.
They glowed proudly with tinsel, glass balls and homemade things.
I'm not saying it was better, just simpler and gentler.
We didn't need glam, glitz and pomp at the center.


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