‘Twas the week before Christmas and all seemed so calm:
Not a creature was stirring but the mouse and my mom.
She’d bought a HUGE tree all shiny with lights!
The only thing was, this tree was too bright.
She’d gotten this idea stuck up in her head
That the lights should be colored blue, purple, and red.
Bedazzled in white, the tree was too brash
So with Sharpies we attempted to tame its bright flash.
In South Carolina there isn’t any snow
(In fact, you might ail and have a green glow);
For with all of the heat and wild Christmas cheer
Rings of sweat and heat rashes are bound to appear.
Which made me wonder how Santa might arrive
Atop our hot house at the end of the drive.
Would he land on the porch? would he land on a wall?
If he did I am certain he’d have a great fall!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So rose my mom’s aim to “color a few.
As it stands, this new tree of ours just won’t quite do.”
And then, in a twinkling, I heard a new box
Open in the kitchen to reveal its great stocks:
Sharpies in all colors—not just blue, purple, and red—
To be applied one by one to each light bulb head.
I thought I had left all my work at VTech
But turns out my new task was to trim and bedeck
Each little bulb along each lengthy strand
Of Christmas lights with my skilled markering hand.
But those lights—how they twinkled! those colors, how merry!
The tree looked much better—not a little, but very.
The work we put in was worth the cheery glow
That delighted despite our lack of crisp snow.
From out on the lawn it still shone like a beacon
(The bulbs on the back were too far for our reachin’),
But inside the lights cast a warm, friendly shine–
Who knew so much joy could come from a fake pine?
(So you see a bit now from where I might get it—
The person to whom I am greatly indebted
For inspiring all of my weird, wacky ways:
It’s my mother—no other!—you should look to and blame.)
I hope you feel joy at this time of the year
That you get to spend time with the ones you hold dear
That no distance prevail to keep you apart,
But that if it does, you keep love in your heart.
That old heartaches may be resolved with such a sweet peace
That the hope felt at Christmas would never decrease
That you join me as I so gladly recite:
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”