Posted by
GeorgAnna
at
3:01 PM
DECEMBER 24TH
"tis the day before Christmas and all through the house
the shopping is finished
except for my spouse who refuses to think ahead
(hoping perhaps he will die)
or some other disaster will cause Santa to NOT fly
through the sky
But alas!
no great thing materializes and now he is writing down
everyone's sizes and he stops at the bank
uses his magic card in the slot, where a lot of bills appear
It's so hard
to believe that old Santa, all year, fills his sleigh
when the man in my life waits
'til the VERY last day!
*
I suppose it's the parable, though it's terrible to say
Five virgins were ready while the rest were at play
or at work or too busy
or they just procrastinated
but
life would be more peaceful! if they just hadn't waited!
but I fear
it'll be the same thing next year!
*
I wrote this little poem a lot of years ago, about the husband of one of my daughters (who shall remain nameless) but I think every family has at least one person who puts it off til the last minute. We love them anyway!
Labels: Poetry
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