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Thursday, Aug. 27, 2015
Missin' MinniePosted Thursday, December 27, 2007, at 12:06 AM
Apologies go to the loyals herein,
for my absence. Can't tell you just how long it's been.
But the season upon us demands so much time,
and there aren't enough hours in the day to call mine.
I decked out the tree and got it all lighted,
plugged in too many and it nearly ignited.
Placed the nativity figures in place,
then let a granddaughter play in its space.
Before I could grab her, she'd taken the sheep,
and claimed that they'd bitten the Baby in sleep,
So Jesus was pulled from the manger and taken
for treatment of injuries before he awakened.
The wise men fell victim as well to the ox,
and were carefully bandaged with one of her sox.
Some things should stay sacred, I know, and I tried,
But something within me just roared deep inside.
Then to shop was my mission; I answered the call.
My GPS only directs to the mall.
I shopped till my blisters had ones of their own.
I closed down the stores and then headed for home.
But not before witnessing throngs in the aisles,
and absent were greetings and holiday smiles.
Replaced by the wailing and grinding of teeth,
of toddlers who begged to have all within reach.
To Wal-Mart, to Penny's, to Macy's and Kohls,
to Target and Goody's and finally to Lowes.
I've contended with babies who screamed at the sight
of a big bearded man showing little delight.
"Just sit for a second," their mothers would plea,
"and smile for the camera. It's easy, you'll see."
"Don't talk to strangers," we warn them each day,
then throw 'em on Santa and cautiously say,
"Just sit there and tell him your wishes in case,
and don't leave a puddle and don't make a face.
Some of them don't and some of them do,
and most of their wishes will never come true.
And then came the candy, the fudge and the cakes,
almost as good as what Cake Lady makes.
The ham and the turkey and dressing were served,
and then I decided to sign up at Curves.
But that will someday be a blog of its own,
till then I'm OD'ing on leftovers at home.
Now for all of my bloggers, as I fade out of sight,
Happy New Year to all and to all a goodnight.
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