Her sweat pours-
too many chores,
such fuss for just one day.
Buy and wrap,
bake and map
cloned “Hallmark” display.
Lighted strings,
splendid things
drape the eight foot tree.
Roaring fire,
hot mulled cider,
snow completes the scene.
Doorbell rings,
gifts, greetings,
snow angels tame boy beasts.
Turkey rests
as uncles jest,
aunts rush to serve the feast.
Meat impaled,
meal inhaled,
new flat screen aimed their way.
The guys’ favorite reason
to honor this season?
The game played Christmas Day.
Author notes
I call it as I see it.
In a list
A contest entry
- Top Notch Poems About Christmas by ecrivain01.
1250 points, ended November 22, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Delightful! "Meat impaled,/meal inhaled," so true, so well worded. Holidays bring out the food and joy. Thanks and good luck in the contest.
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Yup you nailed it! Wonder what men did
before football
But I gotta admit, my
Dad was always in the kitchen cooking
right with Mama. Great flow as usual.
Good luck in the contest.
Jeannie
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Between the lines ...
I read another Story ... Always present even in its absence.
Christmas is about Love, loving and remembering. All the things we do, should be a token of our love and gratitude.
Thank you for taking me down memory lane again. I loved and love Christmas.
Love to you, too, Precious.
Myra
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Joyce . . . this is amazing.
A new and powerful take on Christmas, a perspective that we don't often see. I'm glad that you "call it as you see it", because I can definitely relate to this (not on the same level, but to some extent.)
Well done, m'dear.
Best of luck in the contest. This is singing "GOLD"
Best wishes,
Zach
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It is almost on us again,but how we love it. I see your day and
all it brings for the family, the doorbell, the turkey smells
and all that excitement around the tree and the parcel opening .
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all those cookies, candies, cake,
everything you have to bake,
mincemeat tarts, turkey wishbones,
jars of jam and dainty scones.
Twinkling trees with wrapped pajamas
and maybe a ticket to the Bahamas.
Christmas really can be grand
but you'll need a rest upon the sand.
Hand out dishcloths after the game
to give those guys a sense of shame.
Enjoyed your write and got a laugh at the guys watching football. So typical.
Merry Christmas.
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Sadly, a traditionally executed holiday!
I thnk we too often are exhausted by the bustle or too busy cheering for our teams to focus on the precious peace and reverent reflection that are rightly the traditions and reason for the sacred season.
Outstanding rhyme, and a wishbone ofadmonition for the gentlemen readers to pitch in more actively! Loved the "Turkey rests as uncles jest, aunts rush to serve the feast." Delightful and rather Neanderthal "meat impaled, meal inhaled!"
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Interesting write ...
although I think there's something more to this than is apparent on first read. In any case, it's a relief to read something different once in a while.
Thanks for entering.
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