I got no turkey, no dressing, no gravy this year!
No family and friends filled my house
That wet, cold 4th Thursday.
I roasted two Game Hens,
Baked one pumpkin pie,
Then drowned it in whipped crème,
And remembered days gone by.
Those store-bought-whip-crème wars
With our next generation – or two
When everyone is a kid again,
And if you are not I’ll sure squirt you!
We leaned back, then, to honor time
With Remember Whens:
“Remember when she grabbed a
Bag of powdered sugar sat next to the stove
When she was making our gray-vee?”
“Just think, next year will be Olive Hands on these tiny new fingers!”
We always inculcate our new generations
Into holiday-only bad manners!
The following Friday is the kick-off to Christmas:
Rain or shine we got a tree
And two be-ribboned fresh door-wreaths.
It hasn’t happened yet.
In our window in front of the tree should be
Three carved and glittered wood blocks in
red, blue and green : “Peace”, “Love” and “Lulu.”
White icicle lights should shine elegant and bright
From our roof and invite
Family, and friends to stop by.
Commercial entities preach
All day and all night
To buyers who obey
In this new Time Machine:
“You will be seen
Swiping your card
In the mouth of
Our Money Machine.”
10 Dec. 2014