‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
I scurried around, faster than a mouse.
The stockings weren’t hung, there was no chimney to share,
no hopes that Santa Claus would soon be there.
The wine was flowing, the egg nog was brewing,
Conversation was intellectual, upbeat and growing.
Soon enough the guests went on their way, and thoughts flew through my head
Dreams of New Orleans and Austin washed over as I tucked into bed.
Little Amanda used to dream of reindeer and Santa Claus,
Attending family get togethers, dancing through frowns and applause.
Snowflakes fell from the sky to the grass,
Steam rose quickly from my hot glass.
We’d lay out cookies and milk,
And dream of little elves
Making toys for us to wake up to in the morning,
Diving into the tree, tearing open presents without warning.
Life is different when you know Santa isn’t real.
Christmas as a child feels so surreal.
Happy memories dance through my head
As I climb into bed.
On Games Boys and wake boards!
Oh, family trips and clothes galore.
On pjs, new socks, and make up that lasts.
On board games, movies and anything cool.
On scavenger hunts and terrible rhymes.
Oh, the fun times!
Now dash away, memories.
Dash away all!
I remember things of the past,
Memories that will always last.
But the time has come to be an adult,
To act in a way that is without fault.
Though it should be known that this belief isn’t true,
And if you follow it, you will end up blue.
Grow up to be wise,
But don’t lose your pride.
I drifted off into a deep sleep,
All through the night, Atlanta didn’t make a peep.
The city was silent,
No body was violent.
The sirens slowed, the people made peace.
With 25 degree weather, no one needed a fleece.
The leaves have fallen,
But Mother Nature still be ballin’.
“Will Santa come to the South?”
The children will mouth.
Their parents will lie and tell them “yes”
People greet each other with “God Bless”.
Snow angels are hardly a thing,
Snow balls are not what the children will fling.
To and fro the leaves will dance,
Dying slowly, taking one last glance.
Christmas in Gerogia is hardly the same.
But, what does it matter when life is all one big game?
Lay down your head and get some rest.
Tomorrow will be the ultimate test.
A day without meaning that is so over the top,
It only makes sense to come to a stop.
Tell the ones that you love exactly how you feel,
And make Christmas about spreading cheer.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Cheers to my bad poetry 😉