T’was Two Weeks Afore Christmas

T’was Two Weeks Afore Christmas

T’was two weeks afore Christmas and all through Eff Bee
not a creature was stirring – not a she, he, or me
We were prostrate and spent from the holiday bustle
not a twitch could be seen from the teeniest muscle.

We lay all unblinking in our respective beds
while visions of gift-wrapping swirled through our heads
And clad in our jammies and our way cool madcaps
we had the vague hopeful hope our bodies would take naps.

Holiday jangles and jingles pinged through our brains –
Presley, Crosby, and Mathis taking us down memory lanes –
and would we remember every member to be gifted?
We mentally went through our lists, hoping none were omitted.

There were homes to be decorated and cards to be sent,
parties, caroling, and cookie-making, and we hadn’t made a dent.
But with a collective sigh we remembered there and then
that it’s really about good will to all creatures, women, and men.

And so our thoughts finally settled and our bodies relaxed
as we thought of those we love and a world festooned in pax.
With our hearts wrapped in kindness and the world as our ‘hood
We’re all brethren and sistren – and verily, it’s all good!

– Karen Molenaar Terrell, from A Poem Lives On My Windowsill (available on Amazon.com)

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Waiting for Christmas…

The kitsch and spangles and baubles and bangles,

And department store Santa, just really can’ta

Seem to bring me the spirit of Christmas.

And I’ve been waiting to feel it – the real Christmas spirit

Hoping it’d come by now.

The stockings are stuffed, the tree is all buffed,

The cookies are baked and frosted and fluffed –

But there’s still something missing – a feeling, a tingling

that’s supposed to come every Christmas.

Except…

Maybe that Christmas feeling, that energy and tingling

Is something I can have every day –

It doesn’t depend on spangles, or jingle-bell jangles

Or jolly men dressed all in red.

It comes in the sharing of laughter and caring

And the comfort in words with love said:

To all – Peace! Joy! Hope!

Every moment of every day.

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Dear Humoristian hooligans,

May your days be merry and bright and filled with humorosity. May you shine your light of joy and good humor upon all you meet. May you feel the joy of life and be-ing every moment of every day.

Life bless you richly, my friends!

Karen