Thursday, December 24, 2015

In memory

Remembering Dad. Yes, Lane, I know a collection of squirrels is not an army, but a scurry. Still army seems more appropriate somehow.

It is Christmas Eve day.
It looks like spring.
I don’t have to worry.
The only decorations
Are nuts in a glass vase,
A reindeer on top,
The Christmas bell
On the door handle.
Christmas will come
No matter
The Whos from Whoville
Are nowhere to be seen;
I did not listen
To Lessons and Carols
From England.
The pumpkins from Halloween
Fed an army of squirrels.
The remains went out
With the trash.
It is Christmas Eve Day.
In honor of my father
Who died 19 years ago today,
Who always shopped for Christmas
On Christmas Eve,
In memory of him
We consider Christmas

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