My Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas the kids were in bed,
and visions of bicycles rolled in their heads;
the bright shiny flyers of candy cane red,
and all of the toys that filled Santa’s big sled.
I sat in the basement in dim yellow light
while staring at boxes that gave me a fright;
“assembly required” on the side in plain sight;
it appears that perhaps it would be a long night.
With thousands of pieces of various size;
directions in language I don’t recognize;
I’m straining to see with my blurry red eyes;
so much for Yule tidings my cuss words revise.
But why do I do this I’m asking myself
cuz I’m not like Santa I don’t have an elf;
it’s crazy at Christmas to torture onself
just to see smiling pictures upon a bookself.
But Christmas at sunrise with two hours sleep;
the kids all excited they shout and they leap;
their smiling bright faces, a treasure to reap,
that makes it all worth it these mem’ries I’ll keep.
November 22, 2018
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment