The Festive Punch

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The Festive Punch
© 2017 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

 

It is my solemn duty,
Perhaps you have a hunch –
To guard the buffet table
Lest Grandpa spikes the punch.

Now, I have my eyes upon him
Though he thinks he’ll call my bluff,
But when he saunters near me
I’ll confiscate the stuff.

Last year it was a shambles;
Our Christmas wasn’t fun,
The punch was 50/50
Apple cider – moonshine rum.

Uncle Ed began addressing
The stuffed muskie in the hall
And Aunt Hilda started swatting
Invisible spiders on the wall.

Cousin Sam was jitterbugging
With the hat-tree in a twirl,
And Papa kept insisting
Father Patrick was a girl.

My mom was apoplectic
And my sister was in tears.
When our pup set up such howling
I had to plug my ears.

So this Christmas’ll be different,
Of that you can be sure,
‘Cause Mom’s paying me a fiver
To keep the punch secure.

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The Designer

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The Designer
© 2017 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

The fall fashion show is done;
The trees have all disrobed,
Shed their scarlet raiment,
Their glitt’ring jewels of gold.
Divested of their glamour,
They stand in barest array,
Awaiting the Designer
To finish his display.
Although their fall finery
Was so colourful it glowed,
It can’t be compared to
Their beauty when it’s snowed.

The First Snow

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The First Snow
© 2017 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

The pines are tasseled in white,
The cedars are laced with down,
The birds have quilted the lawn
With dainty stitches around.
Sometime while we were asleep
The clouds shook out their pillows
Covering Autumn’s drab remains
In sparkling, frosted billows.

My Last Pansy

Last pansy

My Last Pansy
© 2017 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

Jack Frost stopped by last night
Wielding his wintry wand,
Touching all the flowers
Of which I had grown fond.
The bright dahlias fainted,
The dainty asters swooned,
Sunflowers bent their heads
While the east wind crooned.
Yet one purple pansy
Remained steadfast, alert,
Tucked in the rock garden
In its warm bed of dirt.
Did Jack Frost miss it?
Was he just being kind –
Leaving a memento
Of sweet summer behind?

Krazy Kats for Halloween

Our church crafting group makes some decorations and cards for our local nursing home.  These are some cats I have made for this Thanksgiving/Halloween craft fest. I made them out of socks I bought at a dollar store, using left over felt, buttons and some bright orange ribbon.

Krazy Kat #1Krazy Kat #2.jpgKrazy Kat #3Krazy Cats aren’t pretty but they have lots of personality.  I do notice I have a few threads to snip and for some reason orange appears pink…hmm.  I plan to name the Kats and decorate the boxes they are sitting in.  Hopefully the seniors who receive them will have a smile.