Just days before Christmas, so much to be done,
My body is lagging, my spirit says, “RUN.”
My whole body’s challenged, ‘cause everything hurts.
Energy’s rationed, in bits and in spurts.
I love this season, full of joy and good cheer
Short on it now, I need a magical reindeer.
I’m jumping into the season and searching as I go
For one jolly soul to appear and shout, “HO, HO, HO.”
There’s truly a magic, that now fills the air
With evergreen wreaths with soft angel hair.
All creatures are stirring, even the mice
Grown-ups and children are all “extra nice.”
The gifts are arriving, thanks to the net
The trick is to shop and stay out of debt.
Awe heck, this is Christmas, forget about that
Come January, we’ll eat like Jack Sprat.
My Yorkie is snuggled all warm in our bed
He hasn’t a clue as to my weeks ahead.
How can I do it, so much to be done
My energy left with the rise of the sun.
It’s been years ago, when my health fell apart,
But I’m just the same, at least in my heart.
Now it’s my “gig” to drag myself ‘round.
Working through pain as my problems abound.
With Christmas approaching, now on its way,
I’m determined to let my inner child play.
I’ll festoon and garland, and jingle away,
All I have are Amazon boxes, no sign of a sleigh.
Hold it Rudolph! Hang onto your bladder,
I think my husband just fell off the ladder.
As I limp from my bed to see what is the matter
My hearts stops within me at the crash and the clatter.
The dog begins growling and leaping about;
That’s when I hear it, such a pleasurable shout.
Instead of my spouse, it’s a jolly old fellow
Who bounced when he fell, and looked like Othello.
I’ll ask how it’s done and learn how to jingle
The best source of advice, must be Kris Kringle.
We had a long chat, this fine fellow and I,
His words were so kind, I started to cry.
Here’s what he told me, this jolly old guy,
As we chatted he had a twinkling eye.
Just rely on the magic of this special season
And do what’s a pleasure, but within reason.
He said I could do it, the presents and tree,
But always remember my priority.
When I begin to fade, and forget to laugh
To go and lie down and recall my life raft.
I knew what he meant, the tiny Christ child,
The source of all comfort when life gets too wild
Or I allow too much doing to upset my applecart.
He’s the reason for Christmas and lives in my heart.
So much love He brought to the world, for such a tiny child,
With such a big job to do, as the world he reconciled.
Bringing each of us love, hope and peace of the heart,
With the promise, good times and bad, He will never depart.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, SUE FALKNER WOOD, 2017