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poem: Christmas, 2010
I hear the holiday songs,
Nat King Cole, Perry Como,
Bing Crosby, and Jose Feliciano,
sounds out of the radio,
from long ago.
Satellites whiz by overhead,
Santa can dodge them,
so I have been told.
I don't miss the lard baked cookies,
from my childhood,
my doctor would scream,
so I eat whole wheat bread,
with a bit of frosting on the slices,
just for nostalgia's esteem.
I got my tree out of the storage closet,
leak in the wall,
apartment maintenance guy,
says he will fix it,
the tree and ornaments survived,
they are partially up,
more on the tree tomorrow.
I see hurrying shoppers,
driving like a hurricane was chasin' them,
they need to slow down.
There are folks out there,
with nothing for the holidays,
I hope those groups who feed them,
would do it more days of the year,
as I don't know anyone,
who can eat just twice a year.
No snow in my area,
the folks here wouldn't know how to drive in it,
so hopefully the skies will stay clear.
I miss relatives who died a few years ago,
We'll enjoy the holidays,
and think of them as we open the presents,
and be of good cheer.
Happy Holidays to you all,
and to all a good night !
[ exit ]
John Lennon's song about Christmas was running through my mind when I typed the above.
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