My Merry Christmas poems for you!
The Battle Ornamental
©By Mollie Pearce McKibbon
O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,
How can you look serene
When every year we trim you
It causes such a scene?
We begin with much excitement
One would never guess at all
That when we get the lights up
Well, we begin to brawl.
Now Mother likes the simple look;
Tree trimmed with white and gold,
While Father likes some colour,
He thinks white lights are cold.
And I prefer our ornaments
To have some extra zing-
Santas that bob back and forth
Or Christmas elves that sing.
My sister thinks that all the balls
Should be designer-made.
Her choices are artistic
And cleverly arrayed.
But the single decoration
That bother’s Pop the most
Is the shell-like apparition
Grandma sent us from the coast.
It shines, it gleams, it twinkles
And, I do not boast,
It plays a Christmas carol
About the heavenly host.
Every year Mom places it
On prominent display
Until my father spots it
And tucks it far away.
So back and forth , up and down,
It travels round our tree,
Sometimes smothered in tinsel
Or loud and proud for us to see.
When Grandma comes to dinner
Every happy Christmas day
We take bets on whether
Mother gets the final say!
Chez Noel
©by Mollie Pearce McKibbon
The chef has had a meltdown,
The waitress is berserk,
The hostess seems beside herself;
They act like I’m some jerk.
The dishes are all flying,
The washer-boy’s upset,
All because I simply
Hadn’t finished with them yet.
The chef is apoplectic,
The hostess threw her shoe;
Who’d have guessed my dinner
Would come a big to-do.
The rolls were so delicious,
And the cheesecake was unreal;
I guess I should have hurried
And not lingered at my meal.
But folks, my gosh, it’s Christmas
And the eggnog’s on the house.
Shouldn’t genrerosity
Include a hungry mouse?
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