.........loosely.)
Twas the night before Christmas Eve and here on the tree,
many ornaments were pissed they didn't get a blog entry.
Some are meticulously handmade and took hours to craft,
so why did Barney Gumble get his own day? He's drunk on a a draft.
Handcarved Giraffe is besides himself and disapproves,
(he's flipping me off, but he only has hooves.)
And Mr. Stained Glass Frosty is upset and thinks I'm an oaf,
"I'm crying icicles instead of tears," he says. Just like Meatloaf.
So why won't these ornaments get off my back?
How am I supposed to write 2,000 words about a plaque?
Take this one for instance, it tells its own tale,
it means nothing to me. It's my wife's. It's for sale.
We've seen plenty of ornaments that do not belong,
as any form of tradition. Some are just plain wrong!!!
Like this ornament is festive and deserves plenty a word,
instead I wrote about yorkies...Godzilla....even a turd!
All the ornaments that actually were about Christmas,
were put to the back burner, but never quite missed.
on the count of a Filthy, Stained One Eyed Santa in the way.
Every single branch can get its own story written,
Even Sebastian with his Oven mitt crab mittens.
This ornament says 'Luke' and this is its first year on the tree,
I promise they'll be more handmade next year...just wait and you'll see.
Like this one I made of me and my wife,
which captures in time a huge moment in life.
So you see, some have to be there like on so many family trees,
even this ball ornament and there's like..a dozen of these.
So ornaments, don't feel sad that you all didn't get time in the sun,
The past twenty-five days have been all kinds of fun.
But we aren't done yet, there's still two more to tackle,
and it is the whole reason I did this Advent debacle.
So tomorrow we look at the final two ornaments and then I am done,
They are 'My First Ornament' and the other is my son's.
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