Daniel Turner Poet Rhyme

Bah-Humbug

Ah yes, the joys of Christmas
Excuse me if, I seem a little listless
Just thinking about, all of the work
Turns my smile into a smirk

Carrying boxes, moving things around
That fake tree weighs a hundred pounds
Untangling lights, that came unwound
The headache caused is quite profound

Assemble the tree. What fun! I guess?
Unwrapping ornaments, damn what a mess
Decorate the tree, well, more or less
Did you know popping bubble wrap relieves your stress?

After all of that, it's on to the shopping
Gotta have something to put in your stocking
Unruly children, screaming and flopping
Looks like Christmas cheer, went island hopping

Then family time, so short and sweet
Cooking the food, for all to eat
The hugs, the smiles, the tears we weep
Don't wake me up, if I fall asleep

Finally it's over, do it all in reverse
Put everything back, while you swear and curse
I can't make up my mind, which is worse
The work or the crowds, I need a nurse

So I won't be sending Christmas cards this year
No buying gifts or decorating, let me be clear
I say, "Bah-Humbug", let the ghosts appear
To hell with all of this fake Christmas cheer!


   by Daniel Turner

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Paul Schneiter February 4, 2018 at 12:43 AM I'm going to bed with a big smile on my face, the result of reading your hilarious, masterfully composed take-down of Christmas. Sheer genius on display! Thank you, and thanks for your kind words about "Hometown."

Darlene De Beaulieu February 2, 2018 at 1:14 PM Hello Daniel, this is a different Christmas poem. It gets hectic at Christmas,my nephew's get hipper. Have a nice day my friend.

CayCay Godwin February 1, 2018 at 5:43 AM Oh, Daniel - we great minds lay in the same gutter. You must read my, "Pinch of Grinch" - I promise it will keep you good company although it is Feb. So you returned in Dec. when I been back for a bit. Hmm, I see. Yepper doddle. I see. This is a great kick of a fun poem, I wholeheartedly embrace it, but you? I dunno. All the best, brat ... CayCay

Pashang Salehi January 24, 2018 at 6:08 PM Oh my friend.... I understand you perfectly... have a drink on me.... Happy new year...

Poet Destroyer A January 10, 2018 at 4:30 AM Wow, Daniel, that definitely was a fun read. I love the Bring It In Ending... lol... me too, I'm not afraid of ghost. Good to read you all over again, hope the holidays treated you good. With or without a smirk. Linda

John Hamilton January 9, 2018 at 12:15 PM Hey Danny nice to see you posting again, hope your muse returns full time, as for Christmas well I don't celebrate it, you know all the pagan stuff, not the right date etc. Hope you are well, keep em coming we miss you!

Jean Murray January 8, 2018 at 2:12 PM Ahem.....I'm a nurse....with a thirst for more honest Xmas poems like this one.

Jerry T Curtis December 28, 2017 at 6:22 AM You're not alone Dan. It seems no one with in a 20 mile radius has decorated this year, My wife and I always loved the light, It seems like the Grinch hit us good. Love your poem.

Paul Callus December 26, 2017 at 12:13 PM Hi Danny...I have just noticed that you posted this poem after a noticeable break. This poem delivers several messages for those who are ready to look for them! Christmas has become too commercialized and its true meaning has been camouflaged by other interests. Luckily my young granddaughter helps to keep alive the true spirit of this special occasion. Best seasonal wishes to you! Regards // paul

Connie Marcum Wong December 25, 2017 at 4:05 PM I can certainly relate to your poem Daniel. The older I get the more dragging all the Christmas gear out seems more like a chore. When you have a little one that delights so in the decorations how can I not do it. I hope that you are having a much better Christmas than what is depicted in your poem. Have a wonderful holiday my friend. Blessings, Connie

Supraja Kannan December 25, 2017 at 6:49 AM Wish you a Merry Christmas dear friend...Hope you are fine...

Akkina Downing December 24, 2017 at 9:00 PM Awe, I'm sorry you felt that way! I wish you'll have a peaceful Christmas Danny... hugs and smiles :)

DM Babbit December 23, 2017 at 1:36 PM Love it, bah humbug.

Supraja Kannan December 20, 2017 at 8:59 AM Lovely write Daniel... So happy to see you again... Hope everything is fine...

Winged Warrior December 16, 2017 at 12:03 PM A blah-humbug-er lol...Danny my friend it's nice to see you writing again...most of us forget the true meaning of Christmas...god bless and happy holidays buddy...^WW^

Eileen Manassian December 16, 2017 at 11:00 AM You wrote with finesse, dear. My favorite line was "Looks like Christmas cheer, went island hopping". I have no patience for it all, I must admit, so I can totally relate to this poem. I haven't seen you on my page for a while. I hope all is well, dear.

Joanna Daniel December 16, 2017 at 8:15 AM You're back, DT, and what a poem! I'm glad I stopped by, you've cheered me up truly:) you're right, we can do away with all such decorative nonsense and spread true cheer around and the real message of Christmas:)

Janice Canerdy December 15, 2017 at 8:58 AM Very well-written, Daniel. Merry Christmas from one who LOVES everything about the season--well, some things more than others! Glad you're back (Are you back?!) Janice

Pashang Salehi December 14, 2017 at 7:10 PM Beautiful indeed, especially the way you have ended it.... Wishing you the best of everything...

CayCay Godwin December 12, 2017 at 10:48 PM I found you, I didn't like it when lost is how you seemed, especially when I'd been gone so long. I've missed you and could easily fill many of these rectangles just chatting you up or telling you all the ways I related to your poem, found my own thoughts in each line. Seems we have Christmas every other week. You, in a very real sense, inspired my 'Stillness of Missing". I thought about how poets I've grown to care about are here even when they're gone. Talk you to me. HUGS ... CayCay

Barry Stebbings December 10, 2017 at 2:41 PM Christmas is for the children, Daniel. At least it is a bright spot in the middle of winter. Enjoyed your poem. // Barry

Frederic Parker December 8, 2017 at 6:55 PM nothing fake about pulling the tree out of my garage attic, my back still hurts...hope all is well

John Lawless December 8, 2017 at 4:43 PM BRAVO!!!! a fun read and a noble aspiration.

Charlie Smith December 8, 2017 at 4:40 PM Somebody got a lump of coal in their stocking. Hope all is well with you DT, Merry Christmas...

Mark Hughes December 8, 2017 at 10:55 AM Daniel, hope all is well. You have nailed the Christmas chaos!! Been awhile since I last posted. It was a most favorite time of year for my Wife, not so cheery for me!

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