A Poem for Christmas Time

A bit of holiday cheer for you.  I've always admired the quaintness of Gorey's poems, which I've tried to emulate.  I wish I had some semblance of artistic skill to accompany this, but no matter.

Christmas is a week from Sunday, and so I present to you a poem:

"Christmastime With Mother"

When I was younger, Mother

would often take us out

during the winter holidays

to see all the snow about.

She taught us to make snowballs,

and angels in the drifts,

and not to ever walk beneath

the nearby skiers' lifts.

That was many years ago

I am sorry to tell,

but I am reminded of it now

as it's Christmas time and, well...

Mother has been gone, you see

a long time, which is nice,

but it really was unpleasant

to see her sink beneath the ice.

Come April and the thawing,

we pulled dear Mother out

and dressed her up in Sunday's best,

though she wears an awful pout.

Now at Christmas, when we ride

out to the frozen lake,

we're sure to take her with us

though she never wants to skate.

She won't do much of anything,

my sis and I have found,

but with Ma around, it is more fun

than if she were in the ground.

A very happy Christmas and New Year's to all of you and yours.  If the stress gets to be too much, or you have become desensitized with the commercialization of it, I recommend giving this a listen: Tom Lehrer's "A Christmas Carol"

I may post something else before the new year, but if not, I'll see you on the other side. :)

Happy Holidays,
Love,
Emma