Looking up and down
I see what you’re trying to do to me,
This fine winter day,
This day of all days.
This day to give gifts
Is a special day.
This day to eat cookies
And pray, Hey, hey!
On a rocking horse,
Don’t ya know?
Fa, la, la, la, la!
Sing a Christmas tune.
Come all ye prayerful,
Come to me ye joyful.
It was a silent night,
Away in a manger.
I cried in my heart,
For just as I am,
Without one plea,
He died for me, a sinner,
He said Come to me.
Writing a poem is as easy
As saying please for help
When you’re broken down
With a flat tire
Or your radiator has overheated.
Boy, I could sure use some help right now.
Well, friend, what do you need?
A bottle of water would be just fine, Jim.
Okay, brother, don’t mind if I do.
Let’s work on this together.
To my wife, I say, I love you.
So what’s the trick, Bill?
Just say what you mean,
Or if you’re more daring,
Say what you don’t mean.
Easy as pie!
The messenger got tangled
Within the message.
The toddler got lost
When he took his first steps.
The game was over
Before it started.
Can you catch
The turkey drippings?
Can you see
The license on the car?
Do you care to dance
Is my suit slick
Enough for this hip joint?
Swing this state ah, c’mon trump, what more,
Can you mess up, mess with, and mess on?
The end of things is getting near, I think;
The end of time is closing in. What else
Can go wrong, folks? Ah, but right is around
The corner, so, don’t give up hope, not quite
Yet, my dear. Lift your head, and give thanks!
Come and hear about a boy soon to be
A man of power and grace who bounces
Demons onto their face who stops storms
In midway, who raises the dead when
The living are afraid to let them go, oh come!
Silent echoes ring in your ear.
The emptiness is mystifying.
One crumb, a feast for a family.
Rats crawl out of the cellar.
What is the path to warmth
On this chilly day?
A gift is given in some time and place,
Far away from the city.
Stars in the swirling sky
Shine hope to a lonely heart.
Is there yet love? He asks himself.
Ah, but how could this beautiful world exist
As I strolled along the beaten path,
I thought of how a dinner roll
Might be the nasty thing to do the trick,
Or maybe some fried, breaded okra.
Do you see the harmony
In the little things in the cemetery?
Jump into my arms, just as the wave
Crashes upon the shore.
The tide is coming in, my dear,
So count your blessings for this year.
Christmas comes but once a year.
Once a year is more than enough.
Couldn’t we change it to every other year?
That would be more practical, I think.
It would fit my budget and my
Planning calendar better that way.
Couldn’t we carol every six years,
And maybe give gifts every ten?
Traveling, and standing in line,
Making a turkey, a ham, or both;
Oh, what stress I’m in just
Thinking about all the fun.
Holidays are never as
Wonderful as they are
Hyped up to be.
Christmas is a religious holiday,
At its heart. But it’s gotten
So commercial, or it’s a time
For family to gather,
Which means asking off of work.
Can my schedule fit
The schedule of everyone else?
Oh, what a mess!
Waiting for a sign,
Just a little clue,
Something to signify
When my day is through.
Sitting here, doing nothing,
Wondering which way
The wind is blowing.
Don’t you know
That I am bored;
But I’m not
A bit sore.
There won’t be
Do the thing
That comes to mind.
If you seek,
You will find.