I’m not anxious for Christmas
As I usually am,
Let it take its time and come-
That is my plan.
Even as an adult
I would count down the days
But for some reason or the other,
This is no longer my way.
I absolutely love Christmas
Make no mistake,
But it is fast losing its impact
Here of late.
The merchants took over
And now it’s a buying spree,
People spend more than they have
And that is crazy.
You may be wondering
In what way they spend more
But they do hire purchase contracts
And these, in galore.
They owe on the sofa
And the flat screen television,
They change year old furniture
Without due consideration.
Everything’s about Christmas
And little about Christ
Except church Christmas morning
To hear, “You look nice.”
In outfits so splendid
To show off in Queen’s Park,
And to be displayed on Television
Really looking sharp.
Anxious about Christmas
Especially if rain is forecast,
Christmas morning in the Park
Is a chance to play mass.
It must be my age
Since I am seven decades now,
I am not anxious about Christmas-
No way, no how.
Not to mention the eating,
For I have seriously cut back,
Now my appetite is just that,
It’s certainly not slack.
If we eat a lot consistently
Our stomach will expand
But if a little, it will contract
On the other hand.
So, while I do like Christmas
I am not nearly anxious,
Certainly not like some I know
That like to make a fuss.
By the way, the lights are up
And the wife is very pleased,
I have done all that I intended
And I can take my ease.
I’d like a quiet Christmas
And to spend it at home
But alas, not so for this old man,
It will not be home-grown.
Invited out for lunch
To a home I will not mention
Having been sternly warned
Staying home is no option.
Once a man, twice a child,
Maybe I’m at the second stage
The second childhood I mean,
Maybe it is my age.
I’m not anxious for Christmas
At least, I am not so anymore,
I am much older now, you see,
I’m not anxious like before.
Stewart Russell © December 21, 2023
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