Twas The Night Before A Nutty Christmas – My Wishes For You!
For those that have known me for some time – you’ll recognize this as what I used to send out as my yearly email card.
A little fun just before Christmas – celebrating the year that was. This year, I thought I’d move it to my blog. So – without further ado – I give you…
Twas the night before Christmas – My wishes for you….
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through our nation
no candidate was comfortable with the pre-caucus situation.
All our hopes were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that things might be less nutty next year.
Charlie Sheen and two goddesses in the beginning -
tigers blood, trolls, warlocks and – Winning.
For months the Ma-sheen seemed to blow on and on
Then came the maid and the illustrious Strauss Kahn.
Candidates rustled, nestled all snug in their base,
it seemed like everyone – even Trump – might enter the race.
And Perry in Cowboy ‘hat, and Bachman in denial,
basically anyone but Romney and his Ken doll coiffed style.
When out on the news there arose such a clatter,
Everyone sprang to their browsers to see what had just shattered.
We blogged, we tweeted, Liked and cried to the skies
Bin Laden was taken out – score one for the good guys.
But Tweets turned to cheats and notorious hunks
Edwards on trial – and Weiner tweeted his junk.
And what to wandering eyes should appear,
but Arnold’s love child and one possibly for Bei-beer?
But then, with a flash, so lively and quick –
We were inspired again – with something other than… (okay not going there)
He was more rapid than eagles, or a Khardashian Marriage,
He whistled and shouted and called from his carriage:
“Now Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner and Blitzen!
Now Friday! Friday!
Gotta get down on Friday!”
And he came, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the chimney St. Steve came with a bound.
Dressed in black turtleneck, and jeans on his legs,
his clothes were untarnished from the ashes and dregs.
Wiggling fingers upward and twinkling shiny blues
He winked when he said “I’m here to occupy your news”
His eyes–how they twinkled! His dimples, how cute!
His sleigh simple, clean, emblazoned with a fruit
His glasses were round – the lenses just buffed,
and the beard on his chin not too much just enough.
He walked when he talked and went straight to work
and filled all our stockings, then turned with a jerk.
“Just one more thing” he said, pointing finger aside
“If you love what you do in life – it’s how you’ll be satisfied”
He sprang to his sleigh, and to his team gave a hoot,
That sounded suspiciously like the Mac when it boots
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to you, and to all a good night!”
As his light disappeared I wondered what he’d left
So, I opened the stockings and peered at the gifts.
And to what my curious eyes did I see?
The stockings were filled with love, hope and peace.
See it’s easy to wonder in this world of “more”.
Like Rick Perry thinking in threes – it can make our puzzlers sore.
Like before in who-ville and this year in our-ville
I hope your Christmas is about love, laughter – and just being still.
Your joy, your success, your friendship is what matters
All the rest – while entertaining – is just oblivious chatter.
Now, you’ll excuse me as I go prepare for my feast –
I celebrate you all as I go myself – carve the roast beast.
I wish you nothing but the most hopeful new year
I know mine will remarkable as long as you’re all near.
