Poem of the Week

Tree at Prairie Ridge
12/9/2019 dwm photo

Today and the next two Sundays will feature Christmas poems my dad wrote.  

My favorite is one he wrote at my request when I was 12, but I'm holding that until December 20.

In a pandemic world, I realize speeding up of the season bothers me less.  While I don't want to see Christmas decorations in the store before the end of October, I get that we want, even need, to focus on happy memories and expectations when the reality is that we need to celebrate with just the people who share our homes this year.

Some of us can break through isolation with virtual togetherness thanks to a variety of technological wonders that let us see and celebrate with each other.  If at some point we can pass the mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie virtually, then we'll really have something!

So with 18 days until Christmas, I hope you are decking the halls and preparing for the holiday.

That's the subject of this week's poem.

                                                                Holly Bought Gifts

                                                            Holly bought gifts for each box

                                                            And presents to fill Christmas socks.

                                                            With no thought of thrift,

                                                            She bought each friend a gift.

                                                            To get all that money, Holly hocks.

                                                                                            W.R. Mossner

                                                                                            A Variety of Verse