Christmas Eve Eve

Christmas Eve Eve

This is a little piece of silliness I wrote, today, for a writing exercise. I may clean it up, a little, (or a lot) and put it in my poem collection.

Christmas Eve Eve

Tis that dread night,
before Christmas eve,
ribbons and wrap paper
up to our sleeve

Scotch tape and glue
stuck to my thumb-
I’ve found the red glitter;
Here, you’ll need some.

Wrap that I-pod we
got dear Uncle Ben,
I need to wrap
This porcelain hen.

Leave the price sticker
on that brooch for Lenore;
She’ll want to take it
back to the store.

That pile in the corner,
those will all keep;
wrap them after
the kids are asleep.

Now all gifts are wrapped,
Except one for Charlie-
Santa wrote him a short note:
“Buy your own goddamn Harley!”

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About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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One Response to Christmas Eve Eve

  1. PennyD says:

    Ah, you’re good. Snicker.

    Like

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