Scattered Thoughts “Twas The Week of Christmas” Poem!
(with my apologies to Clement Clark Moore)
It’s the week of Christmas and all through the house
Everyone was running around like crazy, even the mouse
Stockings need to be hung by the chimney with care
But until they are found, the mantel is quite bare.
The dogs were all nestled all snug in my bed
while visions of Dingle Rounds and bacon danced in their heads
And with Captain in his cage and the fish swimming laps
I settled in my chair for a long over due nap
With a bang and a pop on the lawn, there was a clatter
That I slowly rose out of my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I tottered without a crash
Only to knock over the books on the table I had stashed
The moon on the crest shown on the lawn below
to highlight the waving penguins, bears and deer ornaments aglow
When what to my nearsighted eyes should appear
Not one fox but two instead of miniature reindeer
With my old wooden driver, I tried to be quick
So I hollered and shouted until I was sick
More rapacious than gluttons, definitely not tame
Those foxes yipped and danced until they were lame
Go Away, now, happy foxes, Be Gone you, Vixens
It’s late at night, everyone is sleeping or fixin’
to head up to bed, but to sleep won’t happen at all
until you find yourselves another place to hold your fox ball.
As the dry leaves before the leafblower did fly
Through the lawn figures and lights the foxes did spy
A bunny running across the neighbor’s yard with a bound
So with a yip and a bark, they ran after the prey they had found
The bunny so brown, white tail and fleet of foot
That the foxes, exhausted and panting, found that it took
More energy and speed than had their little pack
So before I knew it they were all headed back
To commune with my lawn animals who twinkled so merry
That to those foxes eyes, they were not even a little bit scary
The penguins were waving, both wearing a bow
And the polars bears glowed white, glistening like snow.
The figure of the dog held a fake bone in its teeth
On its head was a Santa hat, with ribbons beneath
The figures were tall, with heads as large as their bellies
That they often fell over, looking like Great Aunt Nelly(snort)
The foxes danced as I watched, “so happy” I said to myself
that they looked like the fox figurine that now sat on my shelf
With a prance and tongues hanging out of their heads
I knew without a doubt, I had a wonderful memory to take with me to bed
I watched a bit more, and then with a jerk
I waved to my visitors and left with a smirk
And grabbing my cane and with a rub to my nose
Up the stairs to bed and my pups I did go
As the foxes went on their way, running through the thistle
Captain woke in his cage and gave a sleepy whistle
And I thought I heard that parrot say, as I turned off the last light
“Goodnight, sweetheart, Merry Christmas and Good Night”!
With my apologies to Clement Clark Moore’s poem, Captain didn’t say that. What he said is not suitable for print (he cusses a lot). But I am sure the mumbles I heard were in keeping with the spirit of the week before Christmas. I do have a wonderful yard for wildlife and they will be getting their own treats for Christmas and winter time. So will the terriers three and Captain, the AG.
Here is hoping for joy and love and good health to all for the holidays no matter what or if you celebrate. Especially for two special men in Virginia in so many peoples hearts and prayers at this time. If you are inclined to give a little bit more at this time of year, I have a link below to the Eric Arvin Support Fund. All donations are welcome no matter the size.
Now to the week ahead in reviews:
Monday, Dec. 23: Indelible Ink by Marie Lark
Tuesday, Dec. 24: Housekeeping by Kim Fielding
Wed., Dec. 25: Shira Anthony’s Symphony In Blue Guest Blog
Thurs., Dec. 26: Christmas Wish by Mychael Black ,Shayne Carmichael
Friday, Dec. 27: Tal Valante’s Mindscape Blog Tour and Contest
Sat., Dec. 28: Mindscape by Tal Valante