The Night Before Christmas ~ A Poem by Shirley Martin

 

'Twas the night before Christmas                               

And inside my house

I sat at the computer

Clicking the mouse

 

My writing was great

And I couldn't complain

So I thought I'd celebrate

With a glass of champagne

 

But it's time for a break

I thought with elation

But how much time should I take

When I take my vacation?

 

Oh, I'll see it all

I'll see Venice and Rome

But after the Taj Mahal

'Twould be time to come home

 

I headed for the kitchen

To get the champagne

While thinking I'm just itchin'

To see Paris again.

 

As I took a sip

I heard the door chimes

And a woman outside called,

"I'm from the New York Times."

 

I opened the door

And there before me

The woman said, "You're the very person

"I've wanted to see."

 

"You're on our bestseller list,"

She quickly explained.

"Why, you're all I thought of

Before I even deplaned."

 

I gasped and I stammered

I turned ten shades of red

I giggled and said, "This

All goes to my head." 

 

"And look what we have here,"

She said in shrill tones.

"A big brass band with

Seventy-six trombones."

 

I turned from the doorway

And there on the street

A band started playing

With an ear busting beat.

 

"Now don't complain about the noise," she said,

"And don't call the cops.

Just listen to these girls and boys

Why, they think you're tops." 

 

"May I come visit a while,"

She asked with a smile.

"I've come all the way from New York

So let's pop the cork."

 

My success was assured

Or so it would seem

But then I woke up

It had all been a dream!

 

Still, 'twas a nice dream

When all's done and said,

So I set down my drink

And went on to bed.

 

Copyright (C) 2013 Shirley Martin

 

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