A poem for the holiday
I never thought I’d say this,
but I’m glad Christmas comes only once a year.
I’m having a hard time getting to the point
where I am filled with all that good cheer.
I’ve already done the shopping,
buying all the things I think they’ll like,
and I’ve wrapped and mailed the packages,
and the tree is decorated all shiny and bright.
I don’t know if I’ll bake cookies
or make the Christmas peanut butter fudge,
only himself and me to eat them this year and,
well, our waistlines don’t need this nudge.
And will I go to those holiday parties,
bringing that ‘white elephant’ gift?
Or will I just send my regrets and stay home…
nursing a cold one (if you catch my drift).
I wrote the start of this greeting,
feeling pretty down, not seeming to see the fun,
then I realized I needed to find the happy for myself,
not expecting help from anyone.
So I picked up the phone, called a neighbor friend
and yes they could come for Christmas dinner.
That perked me up and also made my spirits go up,
(and next week I’ll think of becoming thinner).
Now I’ve made candy and I’m baking cookies,
and I’m planning the dinner meal.
Let’s see we need some wine and a centerpiece and ….
it’s amazing how much better I feel.
Sharing the holiday and not being alone
on this once-a-year special day
Seems to be the answer to curing the down-side
and get to feeling all happy and gay.
I’m hoping for all of my readers, the best of holiday cheer
hoping you can share it with someone who makes you happy that they are near.
Happy Holidays Everyone!!!
— Donna Lee Anderson writes a weekly literary column for Kitsap Weekly. This is an original poem by Anderson. You can email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.