Saturday, November 23, 2013

T'was a Night and a Month and Twenty-five Days Before Christmas

This is a poem about starting Christmas early. The Christmas Gifts braided essay gives some backstory to this poem. I wrote it 9 years ago, which dates its message a little. Nowadays, it's totally cool to get Christmas up and going before Halloween is even over. I know some people out there like Christmas starting early. Aubrey will, under no uncertain terms, allow Christmas music to be played or decorations to be put up until after Thanksgiving. I do sneak in some Christmas tunes on the piano pretty early, though.
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T’was a night and a month and twenty-five days before Christmas and all through the house.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The ghoulish costumes were flung on the floor without care
And, to the delight of the parents, the pumpkins on the porch were still there.
All the children were tucked safely away in their beds
While visions of eating candy for breakfast danced in their heads.
But little did they know of the department store scurry
To get all their Christmas stuff up in a hurry.
For a new marketing scheme was well underway
To cheer on all shoppers till Christmas day.
The morning brought tinsel, trinkets, truffles, and trees,
Twinkling icicle lights and candy canes from See’s,
The hottest and latest and best-selling toy
And clothes and gadgets for every girl and boy.
And what’s more, the neighbors felt they had to keep up too
With the department store’s new little Christmasy doo.
There was a mad rush to the store for fresh Christmas trees
But farmers in Oregon found it difficult to please;
For the trees were not yet cut and sheered to perfection
And hauled off to parking lots in the Christmas tree section.
The radio stations caught on the trend soon
And switched the old stuff to a great Christmas tune.
And to the buyer’s delight there were many holiday sprees
On clothes, toys and stuff to spruce up the trees.
It seemed the true meaning of Christmas was lost from the start
As everyone scrambled to fill the shopping cart.
Yes, the holidays were off to a great start this year
With three weeks to go till Thanksgiving was here.
Little Tommy and Jill brought out boxes and bags
Family stockings, towels, and the little Christmas rags
And looked up at Daddy sweetly imploring
To break out the decorations from their long, dormant storing.
And putting his foot down, with jaw firmly set,
Father exclaimed with a shout: “It’s not Thanksgiving yet!”
So off they went and put it all back away,
Till they could make their appearance after Thanksgiving Day.
And but a day after Thanksgiving, O what a surprise
For the children to see with their very own eyes
A miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer
Soaring up in the air, as if Christmas was here!
And what a shock it was for dear old Santa to learn
That he still had a month of vacation to burn.
Yes, he had flown from the North Pole all this way
To find out that Christmas was still a whole month away.
And soon the store clerk was beginning to dread
Another day of Christmas music pounding in her head.
The holidays were beginning to lose their Christmas cheer
As the repetition of “Jingle Bells” caused pandemonial fear.
On December first “Frosty the Snowman” reached a record millionth play,
And store managers were able to scrounge out another sale for the day.
That stupid commercial for this year’s Christmas toy
 Was really starting to fester and greatly annoy.
And more than one Christmas scrooge could be found,
In fact, humbugs could be heard from practically everyone in town.
And then Daddy became a real Christmas Jerk
As the holiday madness drove him completely berserk.
He tore down the lights and set the Christmas tree on fire,
Screaming he who spread Christmas Cheer was a big fat liar.
There was no telling what this holiday madman would do
For he obliterated the radio with a hammer through and through.
And finally worn out, he shouted, “That’s it!”
“Christmas morning we’ll sleep in and just sit
On the couch until the day’s through
 And after that, I don’t know what we’ll do,
Clean up, I guess.” And the children trudged off to bed
And had visions of daddy shooting the sugar plum fairies dead.
And some homes still had Christmas, but swore to remember

To never start Christmas on the first of November.

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