
Christmas postcard, 1911
T’was the day before Christmas and all through the morning
No one was talking but I could hear all the groaning.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, not a good day to be mad,
‘Cause Santa knows who’s good and who’s bad!
No breakfast to eat, no paper to read,
Please go get me the Starbucks, I so desperately need.
Oh my how the years have come and gone by
No turkey to roast, no baking of pies.
The tree is much smaller and actually pink
Because we’re in the cottage, what did you think?
One or two gifts litter the floor
Hardly like Christmases years before.
It’s quiet around here, no sirens or noise
And of course no grandkids and noisy toys.
The cats hung their stockings in hopes that St. Nick
Will show up tonight and bring them cat nip.
A different Christmas eve’s about to begin
Left-over pastas and martinis with gin.
Not trusting the programmers of commercial TV
We stocked the house with Christmas DVDs.
First on the list is The Bishop’s Wife and
Soon to follow, It’s A Wonderful Life.
Only the classics for us old folks you know
We like what like from years ago.
Last year was a gala ugly-sweater event
Tonight a few friends but there’s no lament.
Although there’s no sitting by the fiery log
Or getting tipsy on killer egg nog,
None-the-less, we’ll enjoy the leftover food
And glasses of wine put all in a good mood.
As we clink our glasses filled with good cheer,
We wish all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
I’ll put out the cookies and milk with a wish
That tomorrow morning I’ll find an empty dish.
Then I’ll know that dear Santa Clause stopped by to see
How clean the house was and how pink the tree!
I sent him my letter early on in the season
I wanted him to know I had a good reason.
It would take him some time and certainly some doing
Some planning, some cutting and lots of gluing.
I hope, I hope, he thinks I’m not too absurd
For wanting a “55 pink Thunderbird!

Oh YES!!!
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