Popcorn balls
Singed fingertips shape /
hot syrup and sugar round /
Christmas memories.
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Fainting tree
Oh, those fainting Christmas trees.
They are a sight to see,
Can’t be left alone, can’t be.
You went to spread some cheer,
So let me be clear,
It wasn’t me here,
It was the cat.
Like the serpent in the tree,
She tempted me
And now you see
Where we’re at.
She challenged me,
Said I couldn’t be free,
That there would be
No Christmas present for me
Unless I ran around the tree
And that’s when it went ker-splat.
It fainted dead away.
I don’t know what to say.
It fainted that way.
The power cord’s now frayed.
Yes, it happened today.
I blame the cat.
Yes, sparks flew,
There was a spark or two,
Arcing a translucent blue,
Singed the cat through and through.
No, I don’t know where she’s at.
So, those fainting Christmas trees,
Looks like they just can’t be
Left unattended, you see.
I think we can right the tree,
Set it up to be
Fully faint free
With no cat calamity
Without the cat.
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Christmas lights
House, dressed in white lights, /
whispers to the fading sun: /
return to me.
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Drink the green
If the red runs out, drink the green,
though the green can be quite mean.
Served at room temp or a little warmer,
it is said to make you adore the former.
It will drive you out into the day,
groping, hoping to get away
from awfulness in your mouth
that tastes like a mouse gone south.
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Sentinels
On the quiet stairs, /
holding hope for next Christmas, /
sentinels wait….
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Dismantling
Dismantling the tree: /
ornaments, lights, memories. /
Packing the past. /
No music to comfort me. /
Watch what the sock monkey sees.
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Little
Dear Little Snowman, /
arrived after Christmas Day. /
Where grows your garden?
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Holding
Finger points gently. /
He holds forth under the tree. /
Santa says, “Not yet.”
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#santa #tree #christmas #presents #waiting #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #december #sunday #2021 #121921
Holiday
Christmas lights still shine /
inside local post office. /
Did you get your gifts?
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#lights #postoffice #gifts #christmas #holidays #haiku #senryu #poetry #poem #humor #photo #davidebooker #knoxville #march #wednesday #033022 #2022
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