December 26th

Sorry it's been so long since I last wrote. My goal is still to write 31 poems in the month of December, although clearly I did not succeed at writing one per day. I had quite a nice Christmas and I hope you, the semi-imaginary reader, did too.

I wrote three poems last night, but I wasn't super inspired, so they're pretty random and not necessarily any good. Sometimes it takes a while to get back into these things... oh well

I thought of fabulous introductions to these while I was writing the poems, but now I have no idea... don't you hate it when that happens?

December 26th
If I could talk to him today,
What would our dear old Santa say?
After his annual day of stress
Upon that oft-allusioned sleigh?

I know the old man needs his rest,
But I doubt he would be impressed
By children tired of their gifts
Before they're even fully dressed

You spent six months begging for it
And it's perfect, you must admit
I'd bet on just a week or two
Before "it's just not the right fit"

A month or so and you'll be through
Because you yearn for something new
It's not your fault, for heaven's sake!
Just blame the wealth you're born into

And you may not live by the lake
Or lay out on the beach to bake
You're just an average family
Working hard for the dough you make

I hope that you've fooled somebody
With that rags-to-riches story
Perhaps you've even fooled yourselves
But it takes more to convince me

Well Santa overworks his elves
For toys into which each kid delves
But soon you'll call your lawyer friend
And sue about those North Pole shelves

For one small gift you'll condescend
In months when it's just not the trend
And try to send it back right quick
Though that would be a dreadful end

I cannot say I know Saint Nick
And now I'll bet he's used to it
But I doubt he feels very slick
On this December twenty six.