Wednesday, January 29, 2014


I'm almost embarrassed to share my latest poem.  It's late alright.  I started this one a few days after Christmas and came back to it several times. The writing of it was, as they say, "like pulling teeth."  And that's a good analogy as every word seemed as though I was pulling it out with resistance, not easy like some I've written and I don't know why.  I often go through a slump in the cold winter weather but this one was/is particularly bad.

Our Christmas' are wonderful, truly home-spun, family oriented, festive and all around memorable.  Maybe that's because we all genuinely like each other no matter each core family or in-laws or just plain extended family.  This past Christmas was no exception.  It was held at the home of my son, his lovely wife and daughter, Bella.  This is a relatively new home for them, purchased this past summer and it is really a show place.  We all had a great time which I hope this poem represents, so please humor my late, latest poem.

by Patty Lynn

Our Christmas celebration is lovely every year
When everyone's together and smiling ear to ear.
Now some of us are oldsters, there's youngsters, in-betweens;
Some of us get all dressed up and some, they come in jeans.

Our family goes to church to hear the Christmas story told...
Of Mary, Joseph and the Babe, a tale that's never old.
We sing the hymns we've sung for years, the carols tried and true.
Our family grows each year, it seems, we barely fit the pew.

And then we all collect our things, go home to get our presents,
Then gather at the hosting house, which one, it makes no difference,
For there the grownups grab a wine, exchange a hug or two.
The children on the other hand, see they've got work to do.

They spy the gifts now piled high and have no use for food.
So anxious they must clear the way, "unwrap...oh, yes we should!"
We've tried to end the chaos there, approach the gifts relaxed,
But curbing wild excitement, that challenge has us taxed!

The children feel like they'll just burst, how can we say, "please wait!"
Don't ask them if they'd like some pie or cookies on a plate.
Stand back and watch as paper, bows and nametags all take flight.
The smiles and squeals, the oos and ahhs, make this a special night.

And grown-ups, too, enjoy the gifts selected for each other.
'Tis better to have given, dear, than get," would say my mother.
Our family chooses from the heart gifts thoughtful, lovely too.
Your gifts for me are chosen well, and likewise mine for you.

Ol' Christmas Eve is over now, the extra food divided.
We've returned home, so hence this poem, safe journey God provided.
Another year of Christmas cheer with love and laughs and song.
Although we'll do it come next year, a year seems awfully long.

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