Barbara Gorelick Poet Quatrain

Inflatable Christmas

Christmas lights on almost every house

And in the yard, a newer sight

Santas, Snowmen, and Penguins too

Bouncing about, as if to take flight


Tethered by air hoses and plastic spikes

They strain and dance in their plight

But in the morning they lay in a heap

Not such a cheerful or uplifting sight


Christmas cheer comes again at dark

A tribute to some decorating fun

Magical creatures again sit upright

Alive again until dawn has come

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Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen December 19, 2009 at 2:41 AM This is a fun poem, Barbara. Lots of work brings lots of light in which so many children delight... at night. Love to you. Dane Ann

Robert A. Dufresne December 19, 2009 at 1:11 AM This is so funny and well described, My sentiments deflate and and inflate as I read your poem. ..so I'm glad you your magical creatures sit upright in the last verse. I shall always think of this poem when I see these tethered creatures. Thanks for shedding a new perspective on them .-Robert

Brian Strand December 19, 2009 at 12:37 AM Very imaginative work BG.Rgds Brian & thank for your kind words and comments.May your talent blossom in new directins in 2010

Slight Buckling December 18, 2009 at 5:32 AM This is awesome, "Inflatable Christmas"!, Haha. I'll be cracking up all day. Thanks for the smiles.

Carolyn Devonshire December 17, 2009 at 6:16 PM Laughing out loud as I read this, dear LNC. We have those pitiful inflatable Christmas icons here, too, and they do look like a pile of junk on the lawn at daybreak. Very funny and a delight to read! Best wishes for happy holidays filled with laughter, family and happiness. Love, Carolyn