Christmas Preparations

 

 

I feel like I’m far behind

Cause the lights aren’t up yet

And I really need to speed up

Before wifey gets vex.

 

My job is to put them up

And also, to take them down,

But I notice unlike the norm

I don’t see them around.

 

It is she who packs them

And she that puts them away,

It is she that puts them out

And she who has the say.

 

Most go on the outside

Unlike what we did before,

That is what we did last Christmas

And we’ll do it again for sure.

 

 

Today is the thirteenth

With another eleven days to go

And at #11 Callenders Gardens

There are no lights on show.

 

Solar is the way to go

Particularly at this time

Given the way electricity outages

Are Playing on our mind.

 

And while I am at it

Let me send BL&P a note:

These recent outages we’re having

Is really not a joke.

 

We want a lighted Christmas

That everyone can enjoy

And cutting our electricity supply

Would not be a good ploy.

 

Things are really brown

I am sure you can see that,

We don’t want a lights-out Christmas

Going from brown to black.

 

 

Of course, in considering this,

We invested in solar lights

So that even if the electricity is cut

The garden will still be bright.

 

Last year was the first time

And these lights worked very well,

I trust when wifey takes them out

Everything will be swell.

 

Hopefully by this weekend

The lights will be up and glowing,

It’s no use buying Christmas lights

And not have them showing.

 

That is all for now

Re my Christmas preparations,

As you go about your own

Please do so with caution.

 

Stewart Russell © December 12, 2023

 

Madame Sat-her-day

 

 

Let me introduce you

To Madame Sat-her-day,

Just like you say the day in the week

Say it the very same way.

 

A very simple lady was she

In a straightforward way,

Five days she laboured and work

Did Madame Sat-her-day.

 

This was her Sabbath

Though she was not SDA

But she made it her covenant

Did Madame Sat-her-day.

 

She was Adventist, you see,

She believed in the Advents:

The first in a Bethlehem manger

And the second, a future event.

 

Her family and her neighbours

Knew her quite well

And if they forgot her chosen day

Soon they’d be able to tell.

 

For once by her window she sat

All knew it was Saturday

All others could work, but not she,

Was what you’d hear her say.

 

So, for all you housewives

Who’ve been working all week

Do like Madame Sat-her-day

And give yourselves a treat.

 

Get your husband’s permission

To take off the apron

And operate like Madame Sat-her-day

In a similar fashion.

 

Five days to labour

And to do everybody’s work

But on the sixth day, your Sabbath,

It’s time to become inert.

 

Like Madame Sat-her-day

Just one day a week

And you should start from today

Even as I speak.

 

 

Here’s a little footnote

That I really should not miss,

Though Saturday is her rest day

Sunday is still on her list.

 

That is for God especially

As in the traditional way

But make no mistake about day #6:

That’s for Madame Sat-her-day.

 

Wifey, don’t take me seriously,

Your name is Every-day,

That’s unlike Madame Sat-her-day;

She can stick to her way.

 

Stewart Russell © June 25, 2022

 

My Household

 

 

My Household is now three

My daughter got up and left,

She found a man who married her

And now she feels at rest.

 

My son, my wife and me:

That’s the three that remain,

My son can stay as long as he likes;

On me he is no strain.

 

 

And besides, wifey is happy

To have two men around

Especially since the older man

Could soon be getting down.

 

He is pretty close to 70 now:

Considered a ripe old age,

No doubt she will need some help

To help him at that stage.

 

Already he is showing signs

That senior citizens display,

But they love and have much fun

Believing that is his way.

 

  

My wife, on the other hand,

She is pretty much like before,

She keeps very close tabs on me

Especially if I go near the door.

 

Old people do walk away

And then they become lost

So, my wife is taking no chances;

She protects me at all cost.

 

She is rarely not with me

Be it at home or on the road,

And if I am without her for too long

She always sends a code.

 

My son: he goes and comes

He is as free as a honey bee

But me, the older that I become

The less I can be free.

 

Wifey has some challenges

Mostly of a physical nature,

I am not one as you are thinking-

I trust you get the picture.

 

Old age pains, I assume

Since she too is getting old,

So, not to cause her anymore stress

I plan to do as I am told.

 

My son has a balding patch

At just thirty-eight years of age

I could still boast a full head of hair

Throughout my thirties stage.

 

Into my forties and fifties

No balding patch had I,

Check my photos for around that time

And you’d never say I lie.

 

It would be hard to find one

Showing the back of my head

But you know you could trust me

And take me at what I said.

 

  

Yes, once a household of four

Now a household of three

With an extra room I can sleep in

If wifey wants to be rid of me.

 

In the meantime, I give praise,

Praise and thanks to God

For all the blessings He’s given me

And because He is my all in all.

 

Stewart Russell © June 1, 2021