'twittering Christmas'

Tis' the age of twitter
and sharing social status
Often quite bitter 
that tech apparatus
                                                              
A new kind of Christmas
That seems to just dis us
empties our pockets
burns out our sockets

Take me back to the time
Berries twisted with twine
A simple pleasurable dine
Perhaps a splash of red wine

A bushel of our loves
A new pair of gloves
Dancing elf upon a shelf
Mistletoe to add a glow
After the freshly fallen snow
  
When passwords were for forts
And Santa might be heard
with his jolly ol' snorts
reindeer that methodically stir
prior to blue screens that blur

Take me back to the time
Berries twisted with twine
A simple pleasurable dine
Perhaps a splash of red wine

A Christmas carol
Gleefully received new apparel
A possible dreidel for thee
Without a never-ending membership fee

Cards that wished genuine love
from heaven above
Not a book with a face
But an ember glowing fireplace

Take me back to the time
Berries twisted with twine
A simple pleasurable dine
Perhaps a splash of red wine

Not a Pinterest party
Just an Interested party
I'm not in a group 
But I am in the loop

Without an insult or like
putting together a new bike
With kisses and courage
that nourish and flourish

Take me back to the time
Berries twisted with twine
A simple pleasurable dine
Perhaps a splash of red wine

When tags were for gifts
Not a computer sharing multiple grifts
Sleigh rides, jingle bells, snow drifts
Glorious melody that instantly lifts

My Christmas past is antiquated, perhaps
So much time spent on these screens
Political posts caused friendship collapse 
So, on this Holy Date, I will wean
            for a day
Wishing you A Merry Christmas 
and a possible New Sleigh
                                                                      300wd.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Dietrich Avatar
February 14, 2017 at 5:03 PM
SO cute, Donna. Loved that "when tags were for gifts ...." Great cleverness in this poem!!
Devonshire Avatar
February 14, 2017 at 12:53 PM
I don't "tweet," Donna, but wish for the simpler days when Christmas was as you describe so nicely. "Without an insult or like," you managed to put together the bike and probably enjoyed riding it more than one would enjoy tweeting about it. Our old ways of celebrating the holiday may seem antiquated today, but I would never change the wonderful memories. A very enjoyable read that got me thinking, longing, for the past.
Cadet Avatar
February 8, 2017 at 7:04 PM
This is perfect. Great write. So many great lines in here. I especially like "When passwords were for forts..." Thank you for sharing. -- Wesley C.
Roberts Avatar
February 8, 2017 at 8:15 PM
and yet here we are lol Thank you for acknowledgement
Deremer Avatar
February 8, 2017 at 5:27 PM
I really enjoyed your poem.
Roberts Avatar
February 8, 2017 at 8:14 PM
TY
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