This is an interesting run-up
To Christmas I mean,
Pushing everything last minute;
That’s how it seems.
I had promised by weekend
The lights would be up
But guess what my reader friend,
No such luck.
The boxes were taken down
But remain on the floor,
The wife has made sure of this
But I have done no more.
You may say I am not fussy
But that is not true,
I’m as Christmas fussy as anyone
And that includes you.
As you very well know
It’s my favourite time
But it’s difficult to work outside
With rain on one’s mind.
It is just one of those things,
Usually difficult to explain
But on this particular occasion
I can blame the rain.
Notice how it is raining?
Three straight days!
Spoiling Christmas preparations
In every which way.
The sun is now peeping out
From behind a cloud
But I believe it is warning us
Of a coming rain shroud.
There was a plan for today
To mowed the grass
But I am skeptical right now
This will come to pass.
And even if this happens
I can’t put up the lights,
I will have to wait for tomorrow
If it is sunny and bright.
I am particularly thankful
I did not have to shop,
Much thanks to our son, Michael,
He filled in that spot.
We have done some cleaning
In side of the house
So, regarding a certain person,
That’s one less grouse.
A VAT free day is promised
But that’s not for me,
I am allergic to shopping crowds
When they get crazy.
I have absolutely no doubt
This will be the case
So, Everton and Violet’s child
Won’t leave this place.
Let me admonish you again
As I did in a recent poem,
Please be careful whatever you do,
Don’t be a problem.
Life will go on, I assure you
After Christmas day,
But certainly not your own life
If you throw it away.
Please be careful
As you go about your business
And pursue your unfinished plans
Without undue risk.
We wish you’ll be around
To celebrate Christmas day,
To prepare for and cannot enjoy it
Is not the way.
Stewart Russell © December 19, 2023
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