by Cait Collins
I thought I’d try a little poetry for my Christmas week blog.
Two days before Christmas and all through the land
The old North wind was blowing to beat the band.
With nary a tree or hill to block the blow
We hunkered down expecting a big snow.
I made my list and checked it twice
Forgetting gifts would not be nice.
I had lists for the office, the family and more,
With list in hand, I head for the store.
Christmas dinner, the office pot luck, and a larder to fill
With the crowds and empty shelves it was no thrill.
No pickles, no carrots, the dinner rolls out
I stomped my foot and bit back a frustrated shout.
What happened to Christmas, the fun and the love?
Why can’t it be simple instead of a humbug?
I try to be merry and not a Scrooge
But sometimes, yes, sometimes I border on rude.
So, sing me a carol, a warm winter song
And maybe, just maybe, I’ll sing along.
And I will be joyful and so full of mirth
I’ll be the happiest writer on earth.
It may not be pretty and it may not rhyme
I never promised it would be sublime.
Poetry is not my strong suit I must admit
But it’s better to try instead of quit.