Wednesday Poem: T’was a Week Before Christmas ~ Sandra Lee Smith


T’was a Week Before Christmas

T’was a week before Christmas
And all through the house
Gift-wrap was littered, it
Even covered a Spouse,
Who sat forlorn in his old easy chair,
wondering if there was
An extra cookie to spare –
For cookies were baked
And filled every tin
But to eat even one
Would be considered a sin –
(Unless it was one that was broken or burned);
Decorations hung everywhere that you turned.

In the guest room presents were piled everywhere,
And trees were put up, not a moment to spare –
Twinkling lights and ornaments too,
But it will look pretty when we’re all through –
I’ve scorched all my fingers giving candy a test
And thought it was time that I had a good rest;
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I dashed to the door to see what was the matter;
Up on a ladder, Grandpa swayed to and fro –
Trying to decide where the reindeer should go –
I was sure he would fall and smash all the lights
I shouted come down and we’ll fix it all right!

The dollhouse is back where it belongs
And hundreds of Cds play holiday songs,
Pork loin’s in the freezer and wood on the fire,
Eggnog in the fridge we hope will inspire –
But if not there is brandy, bourbon and port,
To serve every guest who is a good sport;
We’ll work at it all til we fall with a jerk
And let Santa get credit for all our hard work!

Sandra Lee Smith




The Day After Christmas ~ Sandy Vargas

day after christmas

The Day After Christmas

T’was the day after Christmas, and all through the house, every creature was hurtin; even the mouse. The toys were all broken, tbeir batteries dead; Santa passed out with ice on his head.

Wrappings and ribbons just covered the floor. While upstairs the family continued to snore. And I in my t’shirt, new Reeboks and jeans, went into the kitchen and started to clean.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang fom the sink to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the curtains and threw up the sash.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a truck, with an oversized mirror. The driver was smiling, so grand. The patch on his jacket said “U. S. POSTMAN.”

With a handful of bills, he grinned like a fox. Then stuffed them quickly into our mailbox. Bill after bill, they still come whistlng and shouting he called them by name.

“Now Dillards, now Broadway, now Penny’s and Sears. Here’s Robinson’s, Levitz, Target, and Marvyn’s. To the tip of your limit every store, every mall. Now charge away- charge away- charge away all!”

He whoopped and he whistled as he he finished his work. He filled up the box, and then turned with a jerk. He sprang to his truck and he drove down the road, driving much faster with just half a load.

Then I heard him exclaim with great holiday cheer, “Enjoy what you got… you’ll be paying all year!”

Sandy Vargas


From Our House to Yours….

happy holidays3I’m taking a small vacation, book reviews will restart on Monday 30th December.  Have a safe and Happy Holidays everyone.